My hand is trembling as the key unlocks the door
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My legs are shaky as I walk across the floor
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My voice weakens as I call out I'm home
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Do my eyes deceive me or is my baby gone
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Baby's gone she couldn't stand to tell me face to face
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And things just ain't the way they used to be around this place
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Her perfume lingers where she once laid her head
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And I can almost taste the teardrops that she shed
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As she searched her mind and tried to find just where our love went wrong
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But it's ended and it's over baby's gone
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Baby's gone she couldn't stand...
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Baby's Gone
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Conway Twitty |