| She left me in the darkness all alone
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| She abandoned all the good times and the love i thought we had
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| I’m like a lonesome pallbearer walking down the aisle
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| Traveling to the graveyard, counting down the miles
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| With every earth-filled shovel, they dig that eternal bed
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| I’m like a lonesome pallbearer, carrying the dead
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| Carrying the dead
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| She don’t call me and she don’t try to
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| And my praying can’t bring her back
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| My eyes are wide open, watching my future fade to black
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| I’m like a lonesome pallbearer walking down the aisle
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| Traveling to the graveyard, counting down the miles
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| With every earth-filled shovel, they dig that eternal bed
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| I’m like a lonesome pallbearer, carrying the dead
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| Carrying the dead
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| I’ve pondered trading places with the man laying in that hearse
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| I’ve tried to hold my head up but her leaving is like a curse
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| I’m like a lonesome pallbearer walking down the aisle
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| Traveling to the graveyard, counting down the miles
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| With every earth-filled shovel, they dig that eternal bed
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| I’m like a lonesome pallbearer, carrying the dead
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| Carrying the dead
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| Carrying the dead |