| Well she sang me a song one time
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| It was a sweet little lullaby
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| It was getting late in the day
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| And I was growing truly awful tired
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| Well we sat in the shade so fine
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| On a rock the children climbed
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| And the beat of the heart was jumping
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| Squeezing the fingers tight
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| Today I’m singing the melody
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| And I wish she was sitting next to me
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| And we were drinking on hot black coffee
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| Watching the winter roll in
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| Well I make my own words
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| But I wish I could remember hers
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| Was something on taking your clothes off
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| And not taking a rest until the morning light
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| Yeah, I felt good and now
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| I’m hurting on really hurting on her
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| Yeah, I felt good and now
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| I’m hurting on really hurting on her
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| Yeah, I felt good and now
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| I’m hurting on really hurting on her
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| Yeah I felt good and now I’m
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| Hurting on …
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| Well, I’m thinking on every curve
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| That lived in her shoulders
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| And a sweet little lullaby
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| That she sang to me one time |