| In the afternoon
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| She sits and waits for him to come
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| Two swollen ankles count the time
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| Nervous fingers trace
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| Across the cold linoleum
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| The kitchen wall receives her sigh
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| «Oh, can you hear me, Joe?»
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| She tries to call across the veil
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| Her lips are trembling now
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| Can’t hear his voice, can’t feel him near
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| She says «Save me, save me
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| Why don’t you save me from the pain of losing you
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| Save me, save me
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| Why don’t you save me from this hell I’m going through»
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| The dinner table looks so strange without him sitting there
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| The bed is empty on his side
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| For forty years this house has held the fire of love they shared
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| But now the garden slowly dies
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| He said he’d never leave her alone to face the day
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| What kind of God is this that’ll take him back
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| And make her stay
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| «Save me, save me
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| Why don’t you save me from the pain of losing you
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| Save me, save me
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| Why don’t you save me from this hell I’m going through?
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| The kids try to come around
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| Try to make some time to see me
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| I know, the busy lives they lead
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| Keep them from these memories» |