| Every time I go back home
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| Brush the leaves off the stone
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| From the grave I look up the hill
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| Same old trees stand there still
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| And it’s a little bit sweet
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| It’s a little bit bitter
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| In my old bed I fall asleep
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| And the spirits visit me
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| I wake up and I’m all alone
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| Stuck inside my skin and bone
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| It’s a little bit sweet
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| It’s a little bit bitter
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| Bittersweet
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| That’s the way
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| Love is made to be
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| As I hold my little boy’s hand
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| Feel him growin' up so fast
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| And my father holds on to mine
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| Feel him shakin' hands with time
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| And it’s a little bit sweet
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| It’s a little bit bitter
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| Bittersweet
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| That’s the way
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| Love is made
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| Bittersweet
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| That’s the way
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| Love is made to be
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| I look my lover straight in the eye
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| Stops the clock she looks in mine
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| Precious moment I’m holdin' on
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| Then she blinks
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| And the moment’s gone
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| Then she blinks
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| The moment’s gone
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| Bittersweet
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| That’s the way
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| Love is made
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| Bittersweet
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| That’s the way
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| Love is made
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| Bittersweet
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| That’s the way
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| Love is made to be |