| Stacy! |
| I’d like to take you to a movie
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| In a world without a death wish
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| On a night under the fireworks in heaven
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| Oh but Stacy!
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| Baby, you can take me anywhere
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| Because I get a lot of low downs
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| So just put me in the cold ground and visit
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| Oh, but what if
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| What if my soul was still trembling?
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| Would you put your black dress on and visit my bones?
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| And bring my Football top and a scarf for the cold
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| Playing melancholy songs that somehow made us
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| Feel a whole lot better
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| Well, I waited on the kingdom come and the trumpet blow
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| In the cold, hard ground there’s some letters you wrote
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| Would I get any rest from the wreck that I was with the living?
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| Or would you just go on?
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| Stacy! |
| I never thought I’d miss the small talk
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| I never knew the gift the day was
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| I just used to hear the time clock, whistle stop
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| Sleep and get back up again
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| Stacy! |
| I never thought I’d miss the hard love
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| I wish I took the time to miss you
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| While we were sitting only right there under heaven
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| Oh, but what if
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| What if my soul was still trembling?
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| Would you put your black dress on and visit my bones?
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| And bring my Football top and a scarf for the cold
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| Playing melancholy songs that somehow made us
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| Feel a whole lot better
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| Well, I waited on the kingdom come and the trumpet blow
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| In the cold, hard ground there’s some letters you wrote
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| Would I get any rest from the wreck that I was with the living?
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| Or would you just go on?
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| Could you promise me something if you find someone?
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| That you’ll forget me not
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| Never feel too much
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| Even if they do all the things that I couldn’t do for you
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| And I’ll promise you something if I find someone
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| That I’ll forget you not
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| Never feel too much
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| Even if they do all the things that I couldn’t do for you
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| Oh, but what if
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| What if your soul was still trembling?
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| And I would put my black suit on and visit your bones
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| And bring a Football top and a play that you wrote
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| And an English song by a band that you love
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| Here comes the sun, little darling…
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| And the kingdom come and the trumpet blow
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| In the cold, hard ground there’s some letters you wrote
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| Would you get any rest from the wreck that I was with the living?
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| Or would you just go on?
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| (Would you put your black dress on and visit my bones?
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| And bring my Football top and a scarf for the cold)
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| Please forget me not
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| (Playing melancholy songs that somehow made us
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| Feel a whole lot better)
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| Would you just go on?
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| (Well, I waited on the kingdom come and the trumpet blow
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| In the cold, hard ground there’s some letters you wrote)
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| Please forget me not
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| (Would I get any rest from the wreck that I was with the living?) |