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You're mama's singin' with the angels |
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(Let her go, let her go) |
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Ya got no need to feel so guilty |
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(Let her go, let her go) |
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Yes, everyone comes and goes |
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White in the head before you know |
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Set things right before you go |
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Let the people you love know |
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You wake up feeling she's still with you |
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(Let her go, let her go) |
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But all you see's an empty room |
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(Let her go, let her go) |
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Yes, everyone comes and goes |
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White in the head before you know |
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Set things right before you go |
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Let the people you love know |
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You pressed your face against her headstone |
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Offered up a prayer for others like her |
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The trees were bare when mama left us |
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Now they fruit and bloom |
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On Sunday morning when the church bells ring |
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And the laundry's flappin' in the southern breeze |
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The choir's howlin' and your mama sings... |
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Don't take it so hard |
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Don't take it so bad |
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Think of the good times |
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That we had |
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And now you follow in her footsteps |
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Walk the same steps that she walked in |
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Begged of gods both low and mighty |
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That she might return |
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You offer up the words |
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But they just burn your tounge |
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Yes, everyone comes and goes |
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White in the head before you know |
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Set things right before you go |
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Let the people you love know |
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Yes, everyone comes and goes |
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White in the head before you know |
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Make amends before it gets worse |
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If the heartache don't get you first |
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If the heartache don't get you first |
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If the heartache don't get you first |
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If the heartache don't get you first |
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If the heartache don't get you first |