| The slamming of the door
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| Was loud enough to wake the dead
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| I don’t love you anymore
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| Was the last words she said
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| You know a man, can go half crazy
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| If nothing’s left to hold on to
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| But she forgot to take the memories
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| And they’ll see me through
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| Cause I can bring her back when I want to
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| Almost close enough to touch
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| My every thought keeps telling me
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| I don’t have to give her up
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| I can bring her back night or day
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| I don’t need a certain time
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| I can bring her back when I want to
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| But only in my mind
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| She left all the family pictures
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| Still hanging on the wall
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| And back there in the closet
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| Is her last new dress I bought
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| In the bed, I feel her presence
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| Lord, as if she hadn’t gone
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| When I close my eyes
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| And go to sleep
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| That’s when I’m not alone
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| Cause I can bring her back when I want to
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| Almost close enough to touch
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| My every thought keeps telling me
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| I don’t have to give her up
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| I can bring her back night or day
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| I don’t need a certain time
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| I can bring her back when I want to
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| But only in my mind
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| I can bring her back
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| When I want to |