Sometimes I think about you
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Wonder if you´re out there somewhere thinking bout me
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And would you even recognize
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The woman that your little girl has grown up to be
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Cause I look in the mirror and I´ll I see
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Are your brown eyes lookin back at me
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They´re the only thing you ever gave to me at all
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Oh, I hear the weather´s nice in California
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There´s sunny skies as far I can see
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If you ever come back home to Carolina
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I wonder what you´d say to me
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I think about how it aint fair
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That you weren´t there to braid my hair
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Like mothers do
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You weren´t around to cheer me on
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Help me dress for my high school prom
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Like mothers do
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Did you think I didn´t need you here
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To hold my hand
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To dry my tears
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Did you even miss me through the years at all
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Oh, I hear the weather´s nice in California
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There´s sunny skies as far I can see
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If you ever come back home to Carolina
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I wonder what you´d say to me
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Forgiveness is such a simple word
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But it´s so hard to do when you´ve been hurt
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Oh, I hear the weather´s nice in California
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And just in case you´re wondering about me
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For now on I won´t be in Carolina
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Your little girl is off
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Your little girl is off
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Your little girl is off to Tennessee
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I Wonder
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| Kellie Pickler |
