(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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She threw her purse upon the bed
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She looked around and shook her head
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There's really nothing left, she said
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There's nothing I ain't done
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She wore your favorite dress tonight
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She hoped her hair would catch the light
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And you just sat there gettin' tight
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On double shots of rum
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You don't care what people say
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They're gonna say it anyway
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You don't hear what you can't use
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It's always been the same old news
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You don't beg and you don't plead
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Or miss a thing that you don't need
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She knew by the way you kissed her
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When she's gone, you won't miss her
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Morning comes on an old cat's paws
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And when the sun hits the walls
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The light's as bright as it ever was
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After or before
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And you wince as waking pounds your head
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And you drag your arm across the bed
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And the tangled sheets and the twisted spread
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Fall onto the floor
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And the kitchen table finds you silent
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If you had a thought, now you can't find it
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You take a long drag on your smoke
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And taste your coffee growing cold
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She didn't beg and you didn't plead
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She knew exactly how to leave
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The way she knew when you kissed her
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When she's gone, you won't miss her
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She didn't beg and you didn't plead
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She knew exactly when to leave
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The way she knew as you kissed her
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When she's gone, you won't miss her
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When She's Gone
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
