| I wonder how it would be if my mother was still around
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| The type of talk
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| The relationships we could have had
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| The three of us
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| Me, you, and dad
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| My mouth went dry
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| My stomach felt queasy too
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| So empty and scared
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| It’s all because of you
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| A dead body that turned out not to be dead
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| No one understands
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| Wish I really knew what happened to my mom
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| 'cause my family
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| They told me nothing but lies
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| They figured if they just told me the truth
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| I’d break down and cry
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| Feel betrayed and hurt
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| Profoundly insecure
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| Want to knock ten times on Heaven’s door
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| Still suffering from old emotional wounds
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| I was getting worse
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| Can’t depend on them and their lies
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| Why did she leave?
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| How did she die?
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| And when it gets colder outside
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| I’ll be back next year
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| With that feeling to make me cry
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| With that feeling to make me cry
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| With that feeling to make me cry
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| Wanna go visit her grave
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| Because it’s been a long, long time
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| Want to pick a peach rose
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| And rest it on its side
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| Say a prayer even though I don’t believe
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| And say goodbye
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| Don’t get me wrong
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| I have a mind to keep me strong
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| There’s this feeling of not knowing what went wrong
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| And how she’s dead and gone
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| Of how she’s dead and gone
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| Can’t depend on them and their lies
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| Why did she leave?
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| How did she die?
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| And when it gets colder outside
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| I’ll be back next year
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| With that feeling to make me cry
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| With that feeling to make me cry
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| With that feeling to make me cry
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| Don’t think anyone thinks
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| Of you
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| As much as I do
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| As much as I do |