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Evelyn sits by the elevator doors |
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It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day, 1964 |
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She could not hold it against him |
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There were times when there was nothing she could do |
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But lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together |
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A picture of better days |
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And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight |
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With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever |
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Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight |
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If we're never together, if I'm never back again |
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Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever |
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Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight |
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In all the years that went by, she said she'd always love him |
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And from the day that he died |
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She never loved again |
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And in his wallet she kept on her nightstand |
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An A.A. card and a lock of red hair |
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She kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart |
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It killed a part of her before the rest was gone |
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She said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up |
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I just would have let myself die" |
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And just like James, I'm drinking Irish tonight |
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With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever |
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Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight |
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If we're never together, if I'm never back again |
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Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever |
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Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight |
