Floorboard's filled with baby toys,
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An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.
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Drivin' through the rain with no radio,
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Tryin' not to wake her up.
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Cell 'phone says "low battery",
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God, what if I break down?
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I'm just lookin' for an exit with a lotta lights,
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A safe little interstate town.
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Just a cheap hotel,
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With a single bed,
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And cable TV:
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Is good enough for me an' Emily.
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Some day, when she's old enough,
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She's gonna start askin' questions about him.
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Some kid at school brings his Dad for show an' tell,
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An' gets her little mind a-wonderin':
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"Where's my Daddy? Do I have one?
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"Does he not love me like you do?"
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Oh, maybe I'll find someone to love the both of us,
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Tell her when she's old enough to know the truth.
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Will it break her heart?
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Will she understand,
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That I had to leave?
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That's what was best for me an' Emily.
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The house was never clean enough; his dinner never warm enough.
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Nothing I did was ever good enough to make him happy.
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So, I guess, he gave me what he thought I deserved,
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But it would kill me if he ever raised his hand to her.
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Big rigs are throwin' rain on my windshield,
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An' I feel like they're laughin' at me.
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Fin'lly the storm is lettin' up,
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An' the mornin' is breakin' free.
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It's a brand new day,
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It's a second chance.
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Yesterday is just a memory,
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For me an' Emily.
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Floorboard is filled with baby toys,
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An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.
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Least there's one good thing that he gave me,
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An' she's startin' to wake up.
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Me And Emily
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| Rachel Proctor |
