| Christmas wasn’t the same without her
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| But we put up that tree anyway
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| He said, «Kids don’t make a fuss. |
| This year it’s just another day»
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| We do our best to keep it normal
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| And it all works for a little while
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| Took him beating me at a hand of cards to finally crack a smile
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| If he still drank, he’d be drinking
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| If he still smoked, he’d be lightning one up
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| If he wasn’t shutting down
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| About right now, he’d be opening up
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| About how he finished all her stories
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| And bought her magazines
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| The gossip kind from the check out line
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| She always loved to read
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| Telling me all about sixty-five years together
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| But right now he can only talk about the weather
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| I catch him looking at her favorite chair
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| I can almost read his mind
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| I bet he can see her sitting there
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| I bet he’s going back in time
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| He’s thinking how they loved like crazy
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| And how they fought like cats
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| About all the things he misses
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| Wishing the good lord would give her back
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| If he still drank, he’d be drinking
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| If he still smoked, he’d be lightning one up
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| If he wasn’t shutting down
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| About right now, he’d be opening up
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| About how he finished all her stories
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| And bought her magazines
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| The gossip kind from the check out line
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| She always loved to read
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| Telling me all about sixty-five years together
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| But right now he can only talk about the weather
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| I know if he still drank, he’d be drinking
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| If he still smoked, he’d be lighting one up
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| If he wasn’t shutting down
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| About right now, he’d be opening up
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| About how he finished all her stories
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| And bought her magazines
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| The gossip kind from the check out line
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| She always loved to read
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| Telling me all about sixty-five years together
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| But right now he can only talk about the weather
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| It’s okay
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| We can talk about the weather |