She's with me
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I proudly tell the maitre de as we arrive
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He seems surprised
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In a clumsy moment as he looks for room, for her blessed chair
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A table stares, and their eyes show only pity
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as they try to sympathize
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Oh, how difficult that must be, look away
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Day after day, they'll never see, the joy you bring
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Only happy at the times I know that she's with me
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I wear it like a badge of honor at the mall
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I hear her call, the only way that she is able with a cry
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Time to go bye bye, she can't say why
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Maybe tired, maybe hurting, god I wish that I could tell
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Do I ever make her happy for awhile
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To see her smile, makes my week,
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Though she can't speak,
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She let's me know she feels my love when she's with me
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I know just what heaven looks like when I see that perfect face
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For no other mortal heart could be so fair
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I myself so weak and weary, so imperfect as a man
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How could I be the one you chose to care for our girl
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Never done a single deed to earn the right to share her light
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Though it's such a painful road we walk each day
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Lord you have your ways, this I pray
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On the day I stand before you, she'll stand right by my side
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When you look upon me, head hung down in shame
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I'll feel the blame, she'll look at me,
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And then she'll speak, in that precious voice
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Don't worry 'bout him my lord, cuz you see,
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He's with me
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She's With Me
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Collin Raye |