| There was a woman who loved her man
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| More than she loved herself
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| Dirtnap one day took him away
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| Left her screaming for help
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| And I said how does it feel
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| And I said how does it feel
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| Like all God’s promises are broken
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| Like all God’s promises are broken
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| Like all God’s promises are broken
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| It’s like dying on Christmas day
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| It’s like dying on Christmas day
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| Before all gifts are open
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| I knew a man who had a friend
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| He loved in his own special way
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| He held his friend close in his arms
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| And his friend just melted away
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| And I said how does it feel
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| And I said how does it feel
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| Like all God’s promises are broken
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| Like all God’s promises are broken
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| Like all God’s promises are broken
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| It’s like dying on Christmas day
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| It’s like dying on Christmas day
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| Before all gifts are open
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| I had a love, a love of all loves
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| But the dirtnap covered her well
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| And the pain from the knife that cut us apart
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| Won’t stop on this side of hell
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| And they said how does it feel
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| And they said how does it feel
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| Like all God’s promises are broken
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| Like all God’s promises are broken
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| Like all God’s promises are broken
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| It’s like dying on Christmas day
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| It’s like dying on Christmas day
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| Before all gifts are open |