| What a rotten day this turned out to be.
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| I still can’t believe she’d leave so easily.
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| She just got all her things, threw em into a pile,
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| Then she loaded her car and said after a while,
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| She’d done this before, but this time she didn’t cry.
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| That’s why I’m sittin’on the front steps,
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| Staring down the road, wondrin’if she’ll come back —
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| This time I don’t know.
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| After she packed, when she looked back
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| There were no tears in her eyes,
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| And that’s got me worried thinking
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| Maybe my baby’s gotten good at goodbye.
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| All the times before she’d break down and cry.
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| She’d make her threats, but her heart wasn’t set on goodbye.
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| She just wanted me to hear what she had to say.
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| Now I’m lost for words, since she went away.
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| She may not return for this time she didn’t cry.
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| That’s why I’m sittin’on the front steps,
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| Staring down the road, wondrin’if she’ll come back —
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| This time I don’t know.
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| After she packed, when she looked back
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| There were no tears in her eyes,
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| And that’s got me worried thinking
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| Maybe my baby’s gotten good at goodbye.
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| That’s why I’m sittin’on the front steps,
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| Staring down the road, wondrin’if she’ll come back —
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| This time I don’t know.
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| After she packed, when she looked back
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| There were no tears in her eyes,
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| And that’s got me worried thinking
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| Maybe my baby’s gotten good at goodbye. |