
That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be Liz Callaway (Ft. Ann Hampton Callaway)
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[Verse 1: Liz Callaway]
My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dark
The living room is still
I walk by, no remark
[Verse 2: Ann Hampton Callaway]
I tiptoe past the master bedroom where
My mother reads her magazines
I hear her call sweet dreams
But I forget how to dream
[Chorus: Liz & Ann Hampton Callaway]
But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be
You want to marry me
We'll marry
[Verse 3: Liz Callaway]
My friends from college, they're all married now
They have their houses and their lawns
They have their silent noons
Tearful nights, angry dawns
[Verse 4: Ann Hampton Callaway]
Their children hate them for the things they're not
They hate themselves for what they are
And yet they drink, they laugh
Close the wound, hide the scar
My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dark
The living room is still
I walk by, no remark
[Verse 2: Ann Hampton Callaway]
I tiptoe past the master bedroom where
My mother reads her magazines
I hear her call sweet dreams
But I forget how to dream
[Chorus: Liz & Ann Hampton Callaway]
But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be
You want to marry me
We'll marry
[Verse 3: Liz Callaway]
My friends from college, they're all married now
They have their houses and their lawns
They have their silent noons
Tearful nights, angry dawns
[Verse 4: Ann Hampton Callaway]
Their children hate them for the things they're not
They hate themselves for what they are
And yet they drink, they laugh
Close the wound, hide the scar
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