| You swing by late with money for groceries
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| Forgot writing the check another week
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| I guess I thought that you’d remember
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| It’s always four days till September
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| I pretend to sleep, but I didn’t even brush my teeth
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| And by the time I opened my eyes, your truck was gone
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| So I cried myself to sleep, just nine years young
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| How could you not love what is yours?
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| How could you leave two perfect boys?
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| How could you not be enough, but still make me want your love?
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| How could you call yourself a man?
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| How could you not know who I am?
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| How could you not be enough, but still make me want your love?
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| You both stand at the door, look a your boy
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| He’s grown into his ears, better to hear
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| You kneel down next to the sofa
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| You brush my hair and look me over
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| And then you kiss my head, smell cigarettes fresh on your breath
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| And by the time I got the nerve to tell you off
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| Well the tar and nicotine finally did their job
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| Still chasing that light that you left behind
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| Still fighting that fire, waiting for a sign
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| Still chasing that light that you left behind
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| Still wondering why you left me behind |