| The phone rings
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| And I don’t care who it is that is calling
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| You moved our things from ours to his
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| While outside the snow is falling
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| The wedding band that meant so much
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| Signified our blessed vow
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| Like coffee spills and unpaid bills and all my pills
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| It’s in a dusty dresser drawer now
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| I watched these trees from green to brown
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| Suddenly this small town has gotten smaller
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| The arctic breeze it sings to me, and says now look
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| Any fool can go out and walk on water
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| I shoulda known that time alone
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| Would only serve to break you down
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| Don’t know why I sit and stare at that damn thing sitting there
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| In a dusty dresser drawer now
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| Snow has turned to water
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| To please the trees
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| And cheer up that late bloomer
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| While I’m sipping on a beer counting down another year
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| Couldn’t come a second sooner
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| I wonder how easily that ring it slid off of your finger
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| Did you stop for a moment
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| Let the memory of us linger
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| Or was it just an afterthought
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| Like casting water from a bow
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| I’m past the point of crying
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| For a love that lies there dying
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| In a dusty dresser drawer now
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| It’s such a goddamn shame
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| Right next to your picture frame
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| In a dusty dresser drawer now
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| If anybody asks me what I think, that love is for now, I’ll tell them
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| Look in a dusty dresser drawer now |