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Empty on the hours |
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And empty on the days |
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I've locked up all the doors |
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Take me on my way |
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Down a broken road of questions |
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That lead me to a lie |
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To a cold night in December |
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When we both sat down to cry |
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Now will you carve my name upon a stone? |
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Will you lay me down to rest? |
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Do you think I'll see my father's father |
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Do you think I'll pass his test? |
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Will you whisper "Lord please keep me, |
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always walk right by my side"? |
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Will you place the coins upon my eyes |
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To pay the boatman for the ride? |
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Well I was standing in the drizzling rain |
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Just long enough to wash away my pain |
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And realize that she's never coming home |
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She said "I won't come back" |
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I said "Don't come back, I'm better off alone" |
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She called me from a pay phone |
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South of San Antone |
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And I could hear somebody talking |
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But she swore she was alone |
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You know it sounded so familiar |
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I pray to God that I am wrong |
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I always thought she'd leave me |
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I never dreamed he'd go along |
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Chorus X2 |
