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When I read this mornings headlines I saw your name |
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And it mentioned just two others that share your fame |
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In another fourteen days you would have married me |
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Now there's nothing but a cross out on route 23 |
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(Tony, come on in) |
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[Interlude] |
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Well I walked that stretch of pavement where you breathed you last |
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Run my fingers though the gravel and the broken glass |
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They told me not to come here, but I had to see |
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All that's left ' what was once mine on route 23 |
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(J.W. . . ) |
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(Tony) |
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Well I'm a goin' to your funeral then I'm goin' away |
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Without you here beside me it's no use to stay |
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Everything I had ain't nothing but a memory |
