Ah standing in the kitchen
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Looking out the window
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Wondering when she?l come home
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You know she? out drinking
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And you been thinking
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When she gets back you?l be gone
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But when she finally comes in
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You?l still be there
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To hear her swear
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Baby I? sorry it?l never ever happen again
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Walking the floors
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Room to Room
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Yeah you?e standing in the living room
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Looking out the window
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Clutching ahold of the drapes
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Your hands are kinda shaking
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Feel something breaking
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You must not have what it takes
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But when she finally comes in
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You?l still be there
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To hear her swear
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Baby I? sorry it?l never ever happen again
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Walking the floors
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Room to Room
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Yeah you?e standing in the bedroom
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Looking out the window
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Peeking through the blinds
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Your stomach? in a knot
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Takes everything you got
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To keep from losing your mind
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But when she finally comes in?uess what?
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You?l still be there
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To hear her swear
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Baby I? sorry it?l never ever happen again
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You hear a car
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Run to the glass
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Press your nose on the pane
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Watch it pass
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And the years go by
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Room to Room
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drunkards turn around
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Now she? in the kitchen
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Looking out the window
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And you?e the one that? gone
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You?e out drunk as a skunk
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She says she?l leave but she won?
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Because now it? just her turn
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And when you finally come in
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Well it? only fair
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When you hear yourself swear
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Baby I? sorry it?l never ever happen again
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Walking the floors
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Room to Room
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Room to Room
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| Terry Allen |
