| I’m in the car, I just needed to clear my head
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| She’s in the house with the baby crying on the bed
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| She’s got this thing where she puts the walls so high
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| It doesn’t matter how much you love
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| It doesn’t matter how hard you try
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| We got a place with a fence and a little grass
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| I put this film on the windows, and it looks like chapel glass
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| But when she turns, it’s like the shadow of the cross don’t cast
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| No blessing over our lonely life
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| It’s like waiting for a train to pass, and I don’t know when it’ll pass
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| But I remember when she used to set the room on fire
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| With her eyes, swear to God
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| It’s like a flood of grief and sorrow from a haunted life
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| When she cries, like a train, it’s a lot
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| I dropped a line to a flickering high school flame
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| We laughed about all the ways that our lives had changed
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| She’s up the road, about 35 miles north
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| Got two little boys in school, just had a real bad divorce
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| And in a moment of weakness
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| I told her if she ever needed a helping hand
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| I would lend, swear to God
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| It’s like the part of me that’s screaming not to jump gets lost |
| In the sound of the train, it’s a lot
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| Trying hard
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| Not to care
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| Swear to God |