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EWednesBmday morF#mning at five o'clC#mock as theF#7 day begins
ASilently closinB7g her bedroom door
ALeaving the note tB7hat she hoped would say more
She goEes dBmownstairsF#m to the kitchen C#mclutching a F#7handkerchief
AQuietly turniB7ng the backdoor key steppAing outside sB7he is free
EShe gave her most of our lives Is leaving most of our lives
Home gavBme her everything money could buy
C#mShe is leaving hF#7ome after living aC#mlone for so F#7many years
EFatheBmr snores as hF#mis wife gets inC#mto her dresF#7sing gown
APicks up the letterB7 that's lying there
SAtanding alone atB7 the top of the stairs
She brEeaks doBmwn and crF#mies to her husC#mband DaddF#7y our baby's gone
AWhy would she trB7eat us so thoughtlessly
AHow could she dB7o this to me
EShe never thought of ourselves Is leaving a thought for ourselves
Home struBmggled hard all our lives to get by
C#mShe's leaving homF#7e after living alC#mone for soF#7 many years
EFridaBmy morningF#m at nine o'cloC#mck she is F#7far away
AWaiting to keB7ep the appointment she made Ameeting a man fB7rom the motor trade
EShe did we do that was wrong Is having didn't know it was wrong
Fun is tBmhe one thing that money can't buy
C#mSomething inside tF#7hat was always deC#mnied for F#7so many years
C#mShe's leaving F#7home bAye bEye
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