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Pull away to you |
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In your best blue dress. |
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Silos and rolling hills, |
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Your eyes in brilliant focus. |
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We learned how our bodies worked, |
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Soft and familiar, |
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But you couldn't shake the fear of |
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Something so similar. |
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You return to him' |
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Cos he reminds you of your father, |
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And it helps you sleep at night |
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And brings you comfort. |
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I can't seem to throw away |
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The letters or the pictures |
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For some kind of truth |
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Or proof that all of this really happened. |
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If you would've tried, |
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I would've tried. |
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If commitment's what you wanted, |
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I would've been the anchor by your side. |
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If you would've stayed, |
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Well, I would've stayed. |
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But the only way to love you now |
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Is to walk away. |
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You walked bar to bar, |
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A wicker basket held high, |
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Selling roses to the drunkards, |
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And I bought one every time. |
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Stumble up the stairs, |
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Hand in hand, up to the roof. |
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Love is something that will lead you, |
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Not something you can choose. |
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So many years have passed |
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Since all that wine. |
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You're a mother now |
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And how I bet you made a beautiful bride. |
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I can't seem to throw away |
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The letters or the pictures |
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For some kind of truth |
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Or proof that all of this really happened. |
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If you would've tried, |
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I would've tried. |
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If commitment's what you wanted, |
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I would've been the anchor by your side. |
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If you would've stayed, |
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Well, I would've stayed. |
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But the only way to love you now |
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Is to walk away. |
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If you would've prayed... |
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O, how I did pray. |
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But the only way to love something |
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Is to give it away. |