| Long black limousine
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| Shiniest car I’ve ever seen
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| Backseat 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
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| Feet in the ground
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| I said goodbye to you
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| Then I threw my roses down
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| Ain’t nothing left at all
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| In the end of being proud with me
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| Riding in this car
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| And you flying through them clouds
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| I’ve had some time to think about you
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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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| Daddy gave a piece of land
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| We laid ourselves the best of plans
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| 40 years go by
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| With someone laying in your bed
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| 40 years of things you say
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| You wish you’d never said
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| How hard would it have been
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| To say some kinder words instead
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| I wonder as I stare at the sky turning red
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| I’ve had some time to think about you
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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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| Our 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 you
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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, on the long
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| On the long, on the long
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| Ride home |