| If I had known, your heart was down
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| That lonely day in Greenville town
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| Then I would have been more concerned
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| But later on I truly learned
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| How it can feel in every bone
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| To really see you’re all alone
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| But I’ll kiss your head
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| When death finds your bed
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| And you are gone
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| And if I had seen, the way it would be
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| I’d hushed your cries, when you came to me
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| If I could do what I did to you
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| The same to me that I would love for you to see
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| That I sleep with remorse
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| And regret hangs round my door…
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| For ever more.
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| If I had known the lowering tide
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| Was lowering with the way you felt inside
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| If I had known all hope was gone
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| A broken heart and a broken home
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| That pierced, my lover’s past
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| And carved a lonely path…
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| For her to walk
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| So if ever someone one says to you,
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| Life isn’t fair, get used to it
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| Then you should say 'Well it might be
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| If folks like you would let it be"
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| But I’ll kiss your head
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| When death becomes my bed
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| And I am gone |