| She stands there with her suitcase
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| We’ve been through all this before
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| I know it’s gonna hurt me
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| When she walks out the door
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| I wish things could be different
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| We didn’t have to say goodbye
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| But someone else is in the picture
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| And we don’t see eye to eye
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| The minute that she leaves here
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| She’ll run straight into their arms
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| Gotta find the strength to let her go
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| Although it breaks my heart
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| One last time I hold her tightly
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| And kiss her on the cheek
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| As she rushes to the car I’m left
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| To face the lonely week
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| She’s my girl Friday as far as I’m concerned
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| I’m lost without her don’t know which way to turn
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| Thursday takes forever and Monday comes too soon
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| But at least she’s my girl Friday till Sunday afternoon
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| She stands up in the back seat
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| And softly waves goodbye
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| I turn away before I want to
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| She don’t need to see me cry
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| I know that I’d go crazy
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| If it wasn’t for the fact
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| That I’ll always be her daddy
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| And they’ll have to bring her back |