In the early rush of morning
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Trying to get the kids to school
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One's hanging on my shirttail
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Another's locked up
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In her room
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And I'm yelling up the stairs
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Stop worrying 'bout your hair
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You look fine
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Then they're fightin' in the backseat
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I'm playing referee
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Now someone's gotta go
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The moment that we leave
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And everybody's late
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I swear that I can't wait
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'Till they grow up
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(Chorus) Then they do
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And that's how it is
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It's just quiet in the morning
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Can't believe
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How much you miss
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All they do
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And all they did
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You want all the dreams
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They dreamed of
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To come true
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Then they do
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Now the youngest is starting college
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She'll be leavin' in the Fall
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And Brianna's latest boyfriend
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Called to ask if we could talk
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And I got the impression
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That he's about to pop the question any day
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I look over at their pictures
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Sittin' in their frames
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I see them as babies
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I guess that'll never change
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You pray all their lives
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That someday they will find happiness
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(Chorus)
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No more Monday PTA's
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No carpools
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Or soccer games
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Your work is done
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Now you've got time
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That's all your own
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You've been waitin' for so long
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For those days to come
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(Chorus)
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Then They Do
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Trace Adkins |