| Seems like there’s not a day that goes by
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| I don’t hear your name around here
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| Stories of who you were echo like a soft whisper in my ear
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| Street corner conversations
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| Reminiscin' with the waitress
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| Oh it never gets old
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| Since you moved on from here
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| Time’s moved on in years
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| And I wonder if you know
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| Oh this town still talks about you
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| Like you never left
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| Hidden sounds in cracked sidewalks and church pews
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| How could we forget?
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| You were so loved, you were one of our own
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| And it’s never been the same since you’ve been gone
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| Oh this town still talks about you
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| Heard that you used to work summers
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| As a checkout clerk at the IGA
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| Walk down the high school halls
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| Your picture’s on the wall in a trophy case
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| And all those jokes you tell
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| They’re alive and well
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| Down at the barbershop
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| I guess you hung around
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| Somethin' to talk about
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| And I hope it never stops
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| Oh this town still talks about you
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| Like you never left
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| Hidden sounds in cracked sidewalks and church pews
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| How could we forget?
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| You were so loved, you were one of our own |
| And it’s never been the same since you’ve been gone
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| Oh this town still talks about you
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| And all those jokes you tell
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| They’re alive and well
|
| Down at the barbershop
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| Oh this town still talks about you
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| Like you never left
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| Hidden sounds in cracked sidewalks and the church pews
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| How could we forget?
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| You were so loved, you were one of our own
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| And it’s never been the same since you’ve been gone
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| Oh this town still talks about you |