| I wish you had told me before
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| Before your mind was too old
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| Cause I would have liked to have known you better
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| Like my daughter knows me now
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| I would have liked some answers
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| I would have liked some answers
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| But now no one can say
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| What it meant to see your daddy die
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| Under that tractor on that black hill
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| How you painted your pretty face
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| And did your hair each day
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| Before you my fetched my father’s pills
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| You could have done a few things better
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| You didn’t have to be so strong
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| You might have been the answer
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| You might have been the answer
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| But now no one can say
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| How we would’ve all turned out
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| If you had told it like you saw it
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| You knew how to smile
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| To keep the rest from finding out
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| What was hanging in our closet
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| We still say that you’re closer to Jesus
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| Than anyone we’ve ever known
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| Oh what a cross to carry
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| Cause you did everything to please us
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| And now you’re sitting in a home
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| I bet you’d like some answers
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| I bet you’d like some answers
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| But now no one can sing
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| The third verse of that hymn you played
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| On that old organ in the parlor
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| But if you let me I’d fill your ears
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| With all the love you gave
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| And then you’d ask me how I knew her
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| Oh I like to think that I did
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| Because each day she seems
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| A little closer in the mirror
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| But we all know you’re gone
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| And no one really knows you now
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| Did you not want us to remember |