| She’ll take her secrets to her grave
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| She has no memory of him she’d like to save
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| She’s had to live with the decisions that he made
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| Oh so many years
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| He’ll see her on the other side
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| She can’t wait to empty out the space he occupied
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| He’s not the only one that she’s been watching slowly die
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| Oh so many years
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| He never listened, she wouldn’t say
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| He said she has no ambition anyway
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| She never told him, he couldn’t see
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| If he didn’t know himself then how could she?
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| She can’t miss a man she never knew
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| She learned not to be afraid of the things that some will do
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| He lost it all on a night no one recalls
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| From the liquor and the drugs
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| She spread his ashes by the sea
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| She couldn’t think of any place he liked to be
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| She knows these things will come in threes and maybe fours
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| She could’ve asked him, he could’ve said
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| He haunted her before he was dead
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| He never wondered, neither did she
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| The good years were never meant to be
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| Never meant to be |