| It’s gonna be a dark cold December
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| With shaking lilies in the yard
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| And your sweet face I will remember
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| How I’m gonna miss your stubborn heart
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| So forgive me for my weakness
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| I guess my faith is a little stoned
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| The angels cried on a Friday
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| The day that God walked you home
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| So goodbye Sister heroine
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| I’ll remember everything, I love you
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| Goodbye white trash beauty Queen
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| Your crooked heart and your beat up
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| Dreams, I love you
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| It hurts to laugh here without you
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| A piece inside of us is gone
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| Mama tries to smile too
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| Ain’t never seen that woman try so hard
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| No more working Alvarado
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| No more liars, tramps or thieves
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| Your skin and bones don’t cast no shadow
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| On an empty bed in Motel Six
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| So goodbye Sister heroine
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| I’ll remember everything, I love you
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| Goodbye white trash beauty Queen
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| Your crooked heart and your beat up
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| Dreams, I love you
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| We all threw roses at your feet
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| While you burned our crosses in the street
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| So if you’re looking down on me
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| I love you. |