It¡¯s three in the morning on a Saturday night.
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The laundry and dishes just ain¡¯t worth the fight.
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Headlights are dancin' across the living room wall.
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And that long distant highway just echos the hall.
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Now the babies are sleeping on back in their room,
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And he¡¯s been passed out on the sofa since noon.
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Nobody told her about none of these things,
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And God knows, she¡¯d leave there if heartaches had wings.
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If heartaches had wings she would fly,
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Away like some bird through the night.
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It¡¯s a long, long way from a young girl¡¯s dream,
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But she¡¯d surely leave there if heartaches had wings.
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She grew up believin' that wishes come true:
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A knight on a white horse, like some young girls do.
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So she married her the captain of the school football team,
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Just like she was supposed to as Homecoming Queen.
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If heartaches had wings she would fly,
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Away like some bird through the night.
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It¡¯s a long, long way from a young girl¡¯s dream,
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But she¡¯d surely leave there if heartaches had wings.
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She turns out the lights and she lays down in bed,
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The sound of that highway still runs through her head.
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She closes her eyes and she whispers those prayers,
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And falls asleep wondering: "Does anyone care?"
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If heartaches had wings she would fly,
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Away like some bird through the night.
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It¡¯s a long, long way from a young girl¡¯s dream,
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God knows, she¡¯d leave there if heartaches had wings.
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If heartaches had wings.
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If Heartaches Had Wings
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Rhonda Vincent |