| She was a young girl with a fair heart
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| He could tell it was Heaven, by the way she moved
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| But he ain’t nothing but a spare part
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| The boy ain’t broken, but boy’s been bruised
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| And ain’t it funny when you’re young you live forever
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| But forever ain’t never enough time
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| And ain’t it just like that old, lonely feeling
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| As the train disapears down the line
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| Time after time, i ask myself why that it’s always
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| Sad to say goodbye
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| Now i know a man who lives in Texas
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| Makes his living working on cars
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| He was young and he was restless
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| Did his fishing in out of town bars
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| But on the weekend, he’s the one they look at
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| All the women know him by name
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| But it don’t matter cause when the moon meets the morning
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| The feeling is always the same
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| Time after time, i ask myself why that it’s always
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| Sad to say goodbye
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| Somewhere a mother is drinking
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| Somewhere a father has lost his good son
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| Somewhere a sister is thinking
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| Thinking about what her brother has done
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| And nobody’s perfect, yet they both blame each other
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| And neither can hold back the tears
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| Ain’t it a shame, to see your boy dressed in numbers?
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| In numbers for 99 years
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| Time after time, i ask myself why that it’s always
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| Sad to say goodbye |