With a trembling pen in hand I try the best I can
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To write all the reasons I can't stay
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And I hope she'll understand I can't leave her like a man
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'Cause a man would never leave her this way
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A note of things I should've said
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Lays beside her sleeping head
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As I turn and make my way off in the night
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By the time the morning's breaking
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My heart will still be aching
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Every time I think of what I've left behind
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'Cause I don't want to see me leaving in her eyes
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And I can't stand to watch her watch me make her cry
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And I don't know a right way I can do her wrong
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So I don't want to be here in the morning
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When she wakes up and finds me gone
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It hurts to know how much she'll hurt I've told myself things could be worse
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And I've convinced myself she's better off this way
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By the time she finds I'm gone
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I'll be a long, long way from home
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When she reads a note of things I couldn't say
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'Cause I don't want to see me leaving in her eyes
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And I can't stand to watch her watch me make her cry
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And I don't know a right way I can do her wrong
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So I don't want to be here in the morning
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When she wakes up and finds me gone
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Lord I don't want to be here in the morning
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When she wakes up and finds me gone
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When She Wakes Up (And Finds Me Gone)
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Tim McGraw |