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She puts up with my coffee cup Ringing her dining room table And she don't mind those Friday nights When she has to drive 'cause I'm unstable She goes to church while I oversleep I'm not sure what she sees in me Thank God for small favors Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine Second chances and the healing hands of time Thank God love is blind Somehow she knows, I love her so Though I don't always show her She only sees the good in me But with me she has to look closer Lord, I guess I owe you one She thinks I hung the moon and the sun Thank God for small favors Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine Second chances and the healing hands of time And thank God love is blind Thank God for small favors Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine Second chances and the healing hands of time And thank God love is blind