Weekday mornings
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Coffee smell in the air
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After you've gone and the children have left for school
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I'm alone and I think about all the plans we made
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I think about all the dreams I had
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And I wonder if I'm a fool
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Weekday midday
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I've got the marketing done
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Plenty to do but nothing to tax my mind
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That's allright--it's a habit
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Heaven knows I can always watch the daytime shows
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And I wonder which story's mine
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She loved a man she knew little about
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After so many years of trying
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So many years of doing without
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Oh, but what's the use of crying
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Weekday evenings
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We sit and I realize
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You've dreamed, too, and I kind of understand
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I've been with you and you need me to take care of you
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But we'll work it out so I'm a person, too
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And we'll help each other out the best that we can
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'Cause I'm your woman and you're my man
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Weekdays
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| Carole King |
