| Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
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| It’s been 37 years since James dies on St. Patrick’s Day in 1964
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| But she could not hold it against him
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| There were times when there was nothing she could do but lie in bed all day
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| 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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| And the memory of his last work week wil be gone forever…
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| Evelyn I’m not coming home tonight
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| If we’re never together
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| 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 she never loved again
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| In his wallet she kept in her nightstand 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 I just
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| would have let myself die.»
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| And just like James, I’ll be drinking Irish tonight
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| And the memory of his last work week wil be gone forever…
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| Evelyn I’m not coming home tonight
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| If we’re never together
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| 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… |