| You can cry yourself a river
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| Pretend you’re gonna miss her
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| Tell her that you love her
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| And wrap yourself around her
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| Little bitty finger
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| Your heart’s pulled the trigger
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| Now you’re all alone
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| And it’s nobody’s fault but your own
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| Oh, your baby’s gone home
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| You can pave the way for a brand new day
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| Or you can shut the world behind you
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| Hide your face where no one finds you
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| Now you know, oh, your baby’s gone home
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| It’s a shame, you never take the blame
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| It’s a shame, you let her get away
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| You can cry yourself a river
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| Pretend you’re gonna miss her
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| Tell her that you love her
|
| And wrap yourself around her
|
| Little bitty finger
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| Your heart’s pulled the trigger
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| Now you’re all alone
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| And it’s nobody’s fault but your own
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| Oh, your baby’s gone home
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| Every smile you see, reminds you of
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| What a fool you’ve been
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| 'Cause every heart you’ve ever broken
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| You’ve never seen with one eye open
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| But now you know that your baby’s gone home
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| It’s a shame, you never liked the rain
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| It’s a shame, you let her get away
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| It’s a shame, you never take the blame
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| It’s a shame, your chance is gone again
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| You can cry yourself a river
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| Pretend you’re gonna miss her
|
| Tell her that you love her
|
| And wrap yourself around her
|
| Little bitty finger
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| Your heart’s pulled the trigger
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| Now you’re all alone
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| And it’s nobody’s fault but your own
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| Oh, your baby’s gone home
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| Now every night when you’re holdin' yourself tight
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| Beside the phone
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| She’s not comin' home
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| Now you’re on your own
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| Oh, your baby’s gone home
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| You can cry yourself a river
|
| Pretend you’re gonna miss her
|
| Tell her that you love her
|
| And wrap yourself around her
|
| Little bitty finger
|
| Your heart’s pulled the trigger
|
| Now you’re all alone
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| And it’s nobody’s fault but your own
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| Oh, your baby’s gone home
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| Now you’re on your own
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| Oh, your baby’s gone home |