She woke up one Sunday morning
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She said a prayer and asked for strength
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She put her makeup on just perfect
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For the first time in a long time
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The mirror showed her grace
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She heard him stirring in the kitchen
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Last night's whiskey in the air
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She could hear him carryin' on and cussin'
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Then the woman in the mirror said
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You gotta get outta here
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'Cause you've been broken down and kicked around
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One too many times
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You finally found the strength
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And he ain't gonna break my faith
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She said I might go back to school
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I know you take me for a fool
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Despite what you say
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Something occured to me today
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Guess what, I am pretty
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He took a drag off his cigarette
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That patronizing look on his face
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And he said 'Ah, Here we go again
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Got that little suitcase in your hand
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Let me guess, you're gonna find your dreams today'
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And she said, you know, I just might but either way
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I'm gonna get out, I'm gonna get out of this
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God-forsaken place
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'Cause you've been broken down and kicked around
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One too many times
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You finally found the strength
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And he ain't gonna break my faith
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She said I might go back to school
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I know you take me for a fool
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Despite what you say
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Something occured to me today
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'Cause I've been broken down and kicked around
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One too many times
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Despite what you say
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Something occured to me today
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I am pretty
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I am pretty
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I am pretty
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I Am Pretty
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Chalee Tennison |