| I’ve never seen my father cry
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| Until the day his mama died
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| He just sat there beside her bed
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| Holding her hand and bowing his head
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| He told her he was sorry
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| He never shoulda left
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| And there were tears
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| As his heart confessed:
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| «I regret every word I never said to you
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| I regret all the time I never spent with you
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| I regret everything I didn’t do
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| And I wish I could go back and fix everything
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| I regret»
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| Few weeks later my telephone rings
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| It was him, I could tell his heart been breaking again
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| He said, «Son, there’s something you need to know
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| Something I should’ve told ya a long long time ago
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| I know I shoulda been there
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| I should’ve been a better man
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| It might be too late but I hope you understand»
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| I regret every word I never said to you
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| I regret all the time I never spent with you
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| I regret everything I didn’t do
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| And I wish I could go back and fix everything
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| I regret
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| I said, «Dad we still have
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| A whole lot of love left to give
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| And God willing a whole
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| Lotta life left to live
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| So why don’t we both just try to forgive |
| And start over»
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| No regrets |