| Sorry that I could never love you back
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| I could never care enough in these last days
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| Her tears fell on her pages found me well on her words
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| I don’t know what to do or say
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| Wading through warm canals and pools clear blue
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| Tuscarawas flow into the great lake
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| Riding back where the highway met dead-end tracks
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| The ground is now cement and glass and far away
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| Heal her soul and carry her, my angel
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| Ohio
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| Green, green youth
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| What about the sweetness we knew
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| What about what’s good, what’s true from those days
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| Can’t count to all the lovers I’ve burned through
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| So why do i still burn for you
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| I can’t say
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| Sorry that I could never love you back
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| I could never care enough in these last days
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| Heal her soul and carry her, my angel
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| Ohio
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| Children blessed
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| Gather round the home she rests
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| So poor and cold in their Midwest moon and sun
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| Flashes bringing on my open eyes to lightning storm
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| The touch of mist felt soft, felt warm on my face
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| Graving dreams
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| A million miles ago you seem
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| The star that I just don’t see anymore
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| Words long gone
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| Lost on journeys we walked on
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| Lost are voices heard along the way
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| Sorry for never going by your door
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| Never feeling love like that anymore
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| Heal her soul and carry her, my angel
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| Ohio |