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She was a young girl with a fair heart, |
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he could tell it was Heaven, by the way she moved |
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but he aint nothing but a spare part |
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the boy ain't broken, but boy's been bruised |
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and ain't it funny when you're young you live forever |
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but forever ain't never enough time |
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and ain't it just like that old, lonely feeling |
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as the train disapears down the line |
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time after time, i ask myself why that it's always |
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sad to say goodbye |
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now i know a man who lives in Texas |
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makes his living working on cars |
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he was young and he was restless |
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did his fishing in out of town bars |
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but on the weekend, he's the one they look at |
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all the women know him by name |
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but it don't matter cause when the moon meets the morning |
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the feeling is always the same |
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time after time, i ask myself why that it's always |
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sad to say goodbye |
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somewhere a mother is drinking |
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somewhere a father has lost his good son |
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somewhere a sister is thinking |
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thinking about what her brother has done |
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and nobody's perfect, yet they both blame each other |
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and neither can hold back the tears |
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ain't it a shame, to see your boy dressed in numbers? |
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in numbers for 99 years |
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time after time, i ask myself why that it's always |
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sad to say goodbye |
