| As her car pulls out the driveway
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| And she don’t wave goodbye
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| Her last words echo in my mind
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| Listen honey, i gotta get away
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| I’m standing here watching her tail lights
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| As if they’re some kind of sign
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| Fading into a memory
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| I just got tired of trying
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| So long, i hate to see you go
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| So i save my tears for later on down the road
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| How come i keep i holding on
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| Knowing you won’t be coming home
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| Two days later i get a letter
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| A picture of a room in some hotel
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| Sitting framed up on the table,
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| A picture i know so well
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| You’ve painted yourself in to a corner
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| Now you’re trying to paint something new
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| And your lipstick on the letter
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| Is a goodbye kiss from you
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| So long, i hate to see you go
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| So i save my tears for later on down the road
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| How come i keep i holding on
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| Knowing you won’t be coming home
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| I still set the table
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| Still set it for you and me
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| It’s become a habit
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| My own personal make believe
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| So long, i hate to see you go
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| So i save my tears for later on down the road
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| How come i keeW i holding on
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| Knowing you won’t be coming home |