| I remember the first time you took me out hunting
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| In a little old barn that you built yourself
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| I don’t remember how it went, what we said, or what we did
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| I just remember how it felt
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| You couldn’t hide, I was your favorite
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| But you didn’t say it out loud
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| Always there to lift me up and let me drive your treasure truck
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| Before I even knew how
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you
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| And leaving me in this hell I’m going through
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| Someday you’ll find the nerve to play
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| When I have found the words to say
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| And tears have dried enough to see through
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you
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| I’ll wear your ring, I’ll tell your stories
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| Even the ones that make me sad
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| There’s so much left of you and me, I always know where you will be
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| But I still wish you back
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you
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| And leaving me in this hell I’m going through
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| Someday you’ll find the nerve to play
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| When I have found the words to say
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| And tears have dried enough to see through
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you
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| I’m mad at heaven
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| If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have chased those dreams
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| In the song in my life, you are the melody
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| Now I just hope I’ll make you proud of me
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| Proud of me
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you
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| And leaving me in this hell I’m going through
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| Someday you’ll find the nerve to play
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| When I have found the words to say
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| And tears have dried enough to see through
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you
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| I’m mad at heaven for taking you |