| his man I married is buried deep
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| and the more I try to wake him, the more he sleeps
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| I used to think I knew this man
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| the tenderness, not the back of his hand
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| it’s been two weeks since he last had a drink
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| but the time bombs ticking, I can never sleep
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| it would be easier if he did
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| why do you stay here, stay with him?
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| why do you do it?
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| why do you treat us bad?
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| when you’ve got two kids that love you
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| and a wife that’s missing you bad
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| I’ve got to go now
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| I’ve got to say goodbye
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| don’t try to stop us now
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| and please don’t you cry
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| can’t you see. |
| we’ve all been through it
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| it’s all been said before
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| with all these fears,
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| for how many years can I keep coming
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| back for more
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| no more
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| must be addicted to all this pain
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| cause I keep coming back for the shame
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| dear god give me the strength to leave
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| I’ve got to keep going, keep going this time
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| don’t try to stop us now
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| don’t pull that stuff on me
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| I’ve got the kids all packed up |