| Your mama’s singing with the angels
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| Let her go, let her go
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| You got no need to feel so guilty
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| Let her go, let her go
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| Yes, everyone comes and goes
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| White in the head, before we know
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| Set things right before you go
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| Let the people you love know
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| You wake up feeling she’s still with you
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| Let her go, let her go
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| But all you see’s an empty room
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| Let her go, let her go
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| Yes, everyone comes and goes
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| White in the head, before we know
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| Set things right before you go
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| Let the people you love know
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| You pressed your face against her headstone
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| Offered up a prayer for others like her
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| The trees were bare when mama left us now they bloom and fruit
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| On Sunday morning when the church bells ring
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| And the laundry’s flapping in the southern breeze
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| The choir’s howling and your mama’s saying:
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| Don’t take it so hard
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| Don’t take it so bad
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| Think of the good times
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| That we had
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| And now you follow in her footsteps
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| Walk the same steps that she walked in
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| Beg of gods both low and mighty that she might return
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| You offer up the words but they just burn your tongue
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| Yes, everyone comes and goes
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| White in the head, before we know
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| Set things right before you go
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| Let the people you love know
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| Yes, everyone comes and goes
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| White in the head, before we know
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| Make amends before it gets worse
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| If the heartache don’t get you first
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| If the heartache don’t get you first
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| If the heartache don’t get you first
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| If the heartache don’t get you first
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| If the heartache don’t get you first |