| Well, I waited four long winters
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| Yes, I waited in the sun
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| I was crying all alone
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| While you were out having fun
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| I gave you four years of chances
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| But you threw em all away
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| I gave you one thousand, four hundred sixty-one days
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| I gave you four years of chances
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| To try to be your wife
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| I cleaned your shirts
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| And cooked up your supper
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| But you stayed out late at night
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| I gave you four years of chances
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| To try and fill a happy home
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| But now one more may as well be
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| A million and one
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| And now you know you lost me, darling
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| And you can’t get me back
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| Ain’t that just like a man
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| To change so fast
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| Because you want what you can’t have
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| So now I’m going to say it slowly
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| Before I go away
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| You had me one thousand, four hundred sixty-one days
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| I gave you four years of chances
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| To try to be your wife
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| I cleaned your shirts
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| And cooked up your supper
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| But you stayed out late at night
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| I gave you four years of chances
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| To try and fill a happy home
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| But now one more may as well be
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| A million and one
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| I found myself a good man now
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| You know he treats me like he should
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| We live in a shack by a railroad track
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| He’s out back chopping wood
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| We don’t have have too much money
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| But I’ll tell you why that’s okay
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| He loves me every moment
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| Of them three hundred sixty-five days
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| I gave you four years of chances
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| To try to be be your wife
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| I cleaned your shirts
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| And washed up the dishes
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| But you never did treat me right
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| I gave you four years of chances
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| To try and build a happy home
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| But now one more may as well be
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| A million and one
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| But now one more may as well be a million and one |