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By Alan Jackson (with George Jones)
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I can Ahardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigaDrettes thereA in the ashtray
Lyin' Acold the way you left them but at least your lips caDressed themA while you packed
And a Dlip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and Adidn't drink
But at Eleast you thought you wanted it an' that's so much more than I can say for Ame
But what a good year for the rDoses
EMany blooms still Alinger there
The lawn could stand another Bmmowin'
EIt's funny, I don't even Acare
When you turned and walked Daway
EAnd as the door behind you DcloAses
The only thing I know to Bmsay
EIt's been a good year for the AroDses Bm D A
After three full years of marriage it's the first time that you haven't made the bed
I guess the reason we're not talkin': there's so little left to say, we haven't said
An' while a million thoughts go runnin' through my mind, I find I haven't spoke a word
And from the bedroom, the familiar sound of our one baby's cryin', goes unheard
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