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I don't remember much about you |
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I was barely seven when Mom came home without you |
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But I knew right then |
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Life was changing fast |
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I don't know why I remember these things |
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Your pipe tobacco and the pinch of a bee sting |
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Entwined together in a memory long passed |
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CHORUS |
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As the years go by I remember the moments |
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The sound of your voice |
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Your particular sent |
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Sometimes I eulogize |
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I mythologize |
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Secnes cut from a day that came and went |
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Whenever dusk falls in April or May |
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I feel like I'm back in the yard where I played |
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And it feels like the day I knew you'd gone away |
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They never let me say goodbye to you |
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They thought I was too young and wouldn't know what to do |
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But I'm telling you right now |
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That was their mistake |
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Why did you leave me |
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Why did you go right then |
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Did you know somehow that I'd never be what I am |
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If you were here to guide my hand |
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To this day |
