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Dan Hill - Maybe This Time
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You avoid your daddy's disapproving eyes.
Your silence hurts like a lover's lie.
Your mama walks such a fragile line.
The tears will love, but you don't cry.
With a trembling hand you wave goodbye.
Gonna catch a plane to another life.
You swore this time,
Wouldn't try so hard to please everyone.
As you streak across the sky,
You feel the loneliness coming on.
Maybe this time he'll come back with you like he promised to.
Maybe this once your star will shine.
Maybe he won't break your heart this time.
And all your life you've heard it said
That you could never quite fit in,
Till you froze your heart,
Acted like you couldn't hear them
You swore this time,
Wouldn't try so hard to please him
You show a little pride,
But as you touch down you wonder if he's really waiting.
Oh, maybe this time he'll come back with you like he promised to.
Maybe this once your star will shine.
Maybe he won't break your heart this time.
Close your eyes, you see his face.
Hear his voice, his skin you taste.
Too many nights you spent alone.
Your arms just reaching out for someone to hold.
Maybe this time he'll come back with you like he promised to.
Maybe this once your star will shine. (Maybe this time.)
Maybe he won't break your heart this time.
Maybe he won't break your heart this time.
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