The hours creep across the face
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As she paces across the floor
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She can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war
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She feels bitchslapped and abandoned
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By a world she thought she knew
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Cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two
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Now they're saying on the flat screen
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They ain't found a reason yet
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We're all bogged down in a quagmire
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And there ain't no end to it
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No Nine Eleven or Uranium to pin the bullshit on
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She's left standing on the home front
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The two of them alone
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The Home Front
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| Drive-By Truckers |
