| Long black limousine
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| Shiniest car I’ve ever seen
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| The back seat is nice and clean
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| She rides as quiet as a dream
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| Someone dug a hole six long feet in the ground
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| I said goodbye to you and I threw my roses down
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| Ain’t nothing left at all in the end of being proud
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| With me riding in this car and you flying through them clouds
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| I’ve had some time to think about it
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| And watch the sun sink like a stone
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| I’ve had some time to think about you
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| On the long ride home
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| One day I took your tiny hand
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| Put your finger in the wedding band
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| Your daddy gave a piece of land
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| We made ourselves the best of plans
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| Forty years go by with someone laying in your bed
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| Forty years of things you say you wish you’d never said
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| How hard would it have been to say some kinder words instead?
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| I wonder as I stare up at the sky turning red
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| I’ve had some time to think about it
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| And watch the sun sink like a stone
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| I’ve had some time to think about you
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| On the long ride home
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| Headlights searching down the driveway
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| The house is dark as it can be
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| I go inside and all is silent
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| And seems as empty as the inside of me
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| I’ve had some time to think about it
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| And watch the sun sink like a stone
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| I’ve had some time to think about you
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| On the long
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| On the long
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| Oh the long
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| On the long ride home |