Read your note this mornin'.
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'Bye-Bye girl', that's all it said.
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Glad I found it first,
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before the kids got out of bed.
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Baked a tray of muffins.
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Hung some wet-wash out to dry.
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By the time the kids got up,
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I could look them in the eye.
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You've gone away, you've gone away.
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How will I get though the day?
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This God-forsaken day.
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Drank some bitter coffee.
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Read your note ten times or more.
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When I'd washed the dishes twice,
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I got down and scrubbed the floor.
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Empty chair at supper.
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Everybodys actin' strange.
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Food just gettin' cold.
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Kids real quiet for a change.
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You've gone away, you've gone away.
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How will I get through the day?
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This God-forsaken day.
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Rain was fallin' hard
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as I walked slowly up the stairs.
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Pushed my tears back down
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as I stood listenin'
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to their prayers.
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There's your empty pillow.
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Your side's flat right to the wall.
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Now's the time for private cryin'.
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Now it hurts me
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most of all.
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You've gone away.
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I turn off the light.
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How will I get through the night?
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This God-forsaken night.
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This long and lonesome, God-forsaken night.
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This God Forsaken Day
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| Cher |
