| She can"t see him stumbling through the door
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| She don"t hear him laying down the law
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| She can"t feel him strike her to the floor
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| She can"t reach him there"s no use anymore
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| Tells herself he"s still the man she loves
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| Then she cries «til the river runs dry
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| We"ll be sorry when the morning comes
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| But she cries «til the river runs dry
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| «til the river runs dry
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| She remembers the way it used to be
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| They were young then and life was so carefree
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| Every mountain was small enough to climb
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| She hangs to every memory sublime
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| As he slips into a restless sleep
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| She cries «til the river runs dry
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| And she blames the whole world for his scars so deep
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| Then she cries «til the river runs dry
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| «til the river runs dry
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| There were so many times before
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| When she walked right out the door
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| She"s tried so hard to leave him
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| But when she sees him breaking down
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| He knows she"ll come around
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| She can"t see past his tears
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| Or all those years
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| Tells herself he"s still the man she loves
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| Then she cries «til the river runs dry
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| He"ll be sorry when the morning comes
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| But she cries «til the river runs dry
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| «till the river runs dry
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| «til the river runs dry |