| She would have wanted you to make it
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| She would have wanted you to be strong
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| She would have hoped that you could take it
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| And fill your days with sweeter songs
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| And though it seems right now that you can’t go on
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| You find the strength somehow to get through
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| For it will all make sense in the final hour
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| She’ll be waiting for you
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| She would have wanted you to live it wild
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| And take the fruit from life’s rich tree
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| She would have hoped that you could teach her child
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| All the things that she believed
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| And though it seems right now that you can’t go on
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| You find the strength somehow to get through
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| For it will all make sense in the final hour
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| She’ll be waiting for you
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| The sun is setting now, the road’s ahead
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| It may be full of twists and snares
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| And you will always think of things she said
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| And see her face in a thousand stares
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| And though it seems right now that you can’t go on
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| You find the strength somehow to get through
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| For it will all make sense in the final hour
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| She’ll be waiting for you |