(Matraca Berg/Ronnie Samoset)
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Saturday, I drove into town
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In the co-op where your friends hang out
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I heard one say "What's she doing here?"
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Well, I held my head up high, swallowed my bitter tears.
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Yesterday at the hardware store
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They said "I'm sorry, you don't have no credit anymore"
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Well I walked out of there trying so hard to think
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Of another way that I could fix the kitchen sink
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Got into the truck and it wouldn't start
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Is it any wonder that I'm falling apart?
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Oh, I'm just another one of the things you left undone.
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Well I got home and went out to get the mail
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Walked back down the driveway with another pile of bills
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I need a job, boy, one more than I have
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Last night I fell asleep looking through the wanted ads.
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Woke up this morning on the pillow you left
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Laughed a little crazy as I made up the bed
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It's just another one of the things you left undone.
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I'm still finishing what I didn't start
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I'm still mending on this broken heart
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Oh, it's just another one of the things you left undone.
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The Things You Left Undone
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| Matraca Berg |
