Choosing my words carefully
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Has never been my strength
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I've been known to be vague
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And often pointless
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But you sure as shit know me
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Better than anybody else
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And for that in my heart I am hopeful
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So I helped you pack your bags
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And I folded up your snap shirts
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When you come back
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It will already be the winter
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If you look at other girls
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Working out in the nighttime
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I don't mind but I don't want to know it
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And these years that I have known you
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It's gone and blurred my sense of time
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Now I can hardly even recall
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What came before this
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Letters left on pillows
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Messages left on phones
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Postcards in the mail
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When we sent them
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Cobwebs all collected
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Paintings on the walls
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Lounging around all day
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In a hot pink chenille housecoat
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And the secrets that I whispered
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In your ear while you were sleeping
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You can call to mind when you're
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Out in the world without me
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Oh the denim king
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I sure as shit do love you
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And I cuss because I mean it
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And for that in my heart I am hopeful
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And these words that I chose
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I was so careful
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Sure As Shit
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| Kathleen Edwards |
