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I make my living with paper and pencil |
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And an old guitar |
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I use melody and words that rhyme |
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To tug at other's hearts |
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But mine is still too tender |
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To put her on a page |
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'cause I'd have to remember |
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The day she went away |
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I can't Write that, I'd have to sing it |
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And if I sung it, I'd have to live it |
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And if I lived it, it would kill me |
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'cause she ain't ever comin' back |
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And that's too sad, I can't write that |
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I know memories last forever |
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Whenever you put 'em in a song |
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But I can't take the chance that this one would be a big one |
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And they'd play it on and on |
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'cause when it comes to her love |
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I get choked up and break down |
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These feelings are just to much |
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to share with you right now |
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I can't Write that, I'd have to sing it |
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And if I sung it, I'd have to live it |
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And if I lived it, it would kill me |
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'cause she ain't ever comin' back |
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And that's too sad, I can't write that |
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She ain't ever comin' back and thats too sad |
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I can't write that |
