I heard the front door closing softly,

As i wakened from my sleep;

With the last touch of her kips, lord,

Like a whisper on my cheek;



And i cursed the sun for risin',

'cause the worst, lord, was yet to come;

'cause this morning, she's just leavin',

But, come sundown, she'll be gone.



See the lipstick on the pillow

That i placed beneath her head;

And the soft sheets still feel warm, lord,

Where she lay upon my bed;



And it hurts to know it's over,

For the hurt, lord, has just begun.

'cause this morning, she's just leavin',

But, come sundown, she'll be gone.


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