| With a trembling pen in hand I try the best I can
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| To write all the reasons I can’t stay
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| And I hope she’ll understand I can’t leave her like a man
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| 'Cause a man would never leave her this way
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| A note of things I should’ve said
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| Lays beside her sleeping head
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| As I turn and make my way off in the night
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| By the time the morning’s breaking
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| My heart will still be aching
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| Every time I think of what I’ve left behind
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| 'Cause I don’t want to see me leaving in her eyes
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| And I can’t stand to watch her watch me make her cry
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| And I don’t know a right way I can do her wrong
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| So I don’t want to be here in the morning
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| When she wakes up and finds me gone
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| It hurts to know how much she’ll hurt I’ve told myself things could be worse
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| And I’ve convinced myself she’s better off this way
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| By the time she finds I’m gone
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| I’ll be a long, long way from home
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| When she reads a note of things I couldn’t say
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| 'Cause I don’t want to see me leaving in her eyes
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| And I can’t stand to watch her watch me make her cry
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| And I don’t know a right way I can do her wrong
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| So I don’t want to be here in the morning
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| When she wakes up and finds me gone
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| Lord I don’t want to be here in the morning
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| When she wakes up and finds me gone |