Her eyes tell the story so well that she tries hard to hide
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So little expected too often neglected a woman stripped of her pride
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Always so careful not to cry until I fall asleep
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And there in the silence she lies with the tear on her cheek
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A thought comes to mind Did I read it sometime or I hear it I can't quite recall
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That a man without love is only half of a man but a woman is nothing at all
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She knows I don't love her although heaven knows that I've tried
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Her reason for living's to go right on giving the one thing that she's been denied
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Without any warning in the wee hours of the morning she cries
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And the hurt deep inside that she's tried so to hide is beginning to show in her eyes
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A thought comes to mind...
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A man without love is only half of a man but a woman is nothing at all
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Woman Without Love
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| Ray Price |
