| Amazing Grace, used to be her favorite song
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| Lord where’s my good girl gone?
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| She was all I ever wanted
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| She was an angel for sure
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| She stands even now in my memory
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| So sweet and pure
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| But all that made me happy
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| Was a bottle and a song
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| Used to stay out drinkin'
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| While she cried all night long
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| Amazing Grace, used to be her favorite song
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| Lord where’s my good girl gone?
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| She thought she could make me
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| Change in awhile so she learned
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| How to drink and she learned how to smile
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| I guess the pull of the bottle
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| Was just a little bit to strong
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| Now she’s left me and
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| I don’t know where she’s gone
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| Amazing Grace, used to be her favorite song
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| Lord where’s my good girl gone?
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| And then one night she said «I'm goin'…»
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| But she didn’t say where
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| It didn’t seem to matter
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| And I didn’t really care
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| But now that I’m sober
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| And I can see it all
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| I know I’m to blame for her fall
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| Amazing Grace, used to be her favorite song
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| Lord where’s my good girl gone?
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| Lord where’s my good girl gone? |