| He saddest song I ever heard*
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| Was the last song I wrote down for you
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| It was the saddest thing you’ve ever seen
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| Me in my chair and you gone
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| But I still tried to sing
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| In case you walked back through my door
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| And with tears in my eyes
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| And choke in my throat I held hope
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| Because we have some good things
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| And we have some broken things I know
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| I know that we had some old things
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| But damn they were our things
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| I know
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| But I know it could never be different
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| But I wanted to say that I miss you
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| But you’re not coming home
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| The hardest thing I’ve ever done
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| Was sit down and tell you my truth
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| It was the hardest thing to look at you
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| To look at you and tell you my truth
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| But I still hide to tell it
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| My hope wrapped in faith that you’d stay
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| And my prayers scream to prayin' for you
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| For you and for …? |
| (couldn't really hear what he sang here)
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| Because we have some good things
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| And we have some broken things I know
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| I know that we had some old things
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| But damn they were our things
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| I know
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| But I know it could never be different
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| But I wanted to say that I miss you
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| But you’re not coming home
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| Not coming hoooooome
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| You’re not coming hooome
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| Because we have some good things
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| And we have some broken things I know
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| I know that we had some old things
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| But damn they were our things
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| I know
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| But I know it could never be different
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| But I wanted to say that I love you
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| Do not coming home
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| Not coming home… |