I guess you wonder what's become of me well I'm doing fine
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I've just got so much to do I lose track of time
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I come home and go to sleep I get up and go to work
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And before I know it I've marked another day off my calendar
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It's been one year two months three weeks and four days without you
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Four hundred fifty long nights of thinking about you
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The lonely hours and minutes keep mounting but who's counting
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I go out to see a show when I can squeeze one in
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But sometimes a game of solitare takes all weekend
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I listen to the radio or watch TV till it goes off
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The rest of the time I just sit around staring at the clock
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It's been one year two months...
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Who counts the nights of a walking the floor
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And who keeps track of tears anymore
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I for one don't have time to waste
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It doesn't matter to me that tomorrow makes tomorrow makes
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One year two months...
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Who's Counting
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| Ronnie Milsap |
