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She comes home and sheÂ’s happy
She comes home and sheÂ’s blue
She comes home and she tells him
Listen baby were through
I donÂ’t know what happened next
All I know is she moved
Packed up her bags and her curtains
Left him in his room
Was there anything I could do?

I donÂ’t say that I blame her
People donÂ’t know what they want
If you spend your life looking behind you
You donÂ’t see whatÂ’s up front
Was there anything I could do?

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