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CI heard that front door Fclosing Csoftly As I wakened G7from my Csleep
With the soft touch Fof her Clips Lord Like a whisper G7on my Ccheek C7
And I Fcursed the sun for Crisin’ For the worst Lord was yet to G7come
Cause this Cmorning Fshe’s just Cleavin’ But come sundown G7she’ll be Cgone
See that lipstick Fon the Cpillow That I placed G7beneath her Chead
And the soft sheets Fstill feel Cwarm lord Where she lay G7upon my Cbed C7
And it Fhurts to know it's Cover Cause the hurt Lord has just G7begun
Cause this Cmorning Fshe’s just Cleavin’ But come sundown G7she’ll be Cgone
Yeah come sundown G7she’ll be FgonCe