| I was late for work, had to pull to the side
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| While a funeral train of cars drove by with their lights on
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| It was just my luck, it went on and on for miles
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| I kept checking my watch, gritting my teeth
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| Then suddenly it dawned on me that whoever this is
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| Is going to be missed for a long, long time
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| It got me thinking
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| When it’s my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
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| 200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
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| And I hope I leave half as much love behind when it’s my time
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| So I followed that last car down to the church
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| Took off my ball cap, tucked in my shirt
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| I just had to see what kind of life could cause such as traffic jam
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| Heard story after story, people laugh, people cry
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| It didn’t take long to understand why every pew was full
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| There’s a lot of good souls made better for knowing him
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| And now I’m one of them
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| Felt a hand on my back, turned around, someone asked
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| «Did you know him well?»
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| And I said, «Yeah, well enough to know» |