| I’ve always tried to understand
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| The reason why our love must end
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| Why did she let me wait on our weekly Friday date?
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| I’ve been waiting rather long
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| And I knew that something had gone wrong
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| I’ll never forget those happy days
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| Our love was growing in many ways
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| And when she sometimes said: «My love for you has made me bad»
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| I just laughed and didn’t see
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| That she meant she wasn’t free like me
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| Now I’ve got your letter and I’m feeling very blue
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| Looking at the picture and the words you sent me too
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| This sweet little photograph just shows me everything
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| It’s you with your husband and your kiddies shaped in spring
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| Now all at once I realize
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| The tears that I saw in her eyes
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| They were not always shed for happiness I thought she had
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| They showed other feelings to
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| Of a women who knew she was untrue
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| Of a women who knew she was untrue
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| Of a women who knew she was untrue |