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It's been too many years with only memories |
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Looking back through the years with my Rose |
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Back on the past, Lord Almighty she went fast |
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That same old Sunday kind of comes and goes |
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Same old Sunday kind of comes and goes |
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It's been too many days in this old rocking chair |
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Looking back down the road and 'round the bend |
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Hoping that I'll see her coming slowly 'round the bend |
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She coming with her suitcase up the lane |
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Strollin' with her suitcase up the lane |
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It's been too many nights in this old house alone |
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Talking back to myself in such a way |
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Hoping that I'll hear her gently answering me "Dear" |
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When she whispers in my ear she's gonna stay |
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Whispers in my ear she's gonna stay |
