What a rotten day this turned out to be.
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I still can't believe she'd leave so easily.
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She just got all her things, threw 'em into a pile,
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Then she loaded her car and said after a while,
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She'd done this before, but this time she didn't cry.
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That's why I'm sittin' on the front steps,
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Staring down the road, wond'rin' if she'll come back -
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This time I don't know.
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After she packed, when she looked back
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There were no tears in her eyes,
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And that's got me worried thinking
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Maybe my baby's gotten good at goodbye.
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All the times before she'd break down and cry.
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She'd make her threats, but her heart wasn't set on goodbye.
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She just wanted me to hear what she had to say.
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Now I'm lost for words, since she went away.
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She may not return for this time she didn't cry.
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[Chorus 2x]
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Baby's Gotten Good At Goodbye
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| George Strait |
