| She had left him lost and broken like no other had before
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| And now his heart was just a token of the pain it had endured
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| And his memories were clouded with all the hurtful things she’d said
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| Yes, for all intent and purpose he might just as well been dead
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| And some people claim they still hear him call he name
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| Hey, hey, Maureen, swear they hear it just that plain
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| Deep in the night and sometimes right at dawn
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| See, his body died some years ago
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| but around here Mr. Johnson’s love lives on He seemed far away and distant with that cold and silent stare
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| Never moving, never speaking and just barely breathing air
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| No one really knew her reason and who can judge her right or wrong
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| The only true and solemn fact is, the main we’d known was all but gone
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| And some people claim they still hear him call he name
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| Hey, hey, Maureen, swear they hear it just that plain
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| Deep in the night and sometimes right at dawn
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| See, his body died some years ago
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| but around here Mr. Johnson’s love lives on Sissy Thompson said she’d seen him late that night on Shelby Road
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| About a mile from there they found him it seems he’d died out in the snow
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| I hear’d the preacher at the service say fro love he’s finally free
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| but I say love, it knows no season it haunts the soul eternally
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| And some people claim they still hear him call he name
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| Hey, hey, Maureen, swear they hear it just that plain
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| Deep in the night and sometimes right at dawn
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| Yeah, his body died some years ago
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| but around here Mr. Johnson’s love lives on Yes, his body died some years ago
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| but around here Mr. Johnson’s love lives on |