| Her hat is hanging by the door
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| The one she bought in Mexico
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| It blocked the wind-it stopped the rain
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| She’d never leave that one
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| So, she can’t be really gone
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| The shoes she bought on Christmas Eve
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| She laughed and said they called her name
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| It’s like they’re waiting in the hall
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| For her to slip them on So, she can’t be really gone
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| I don’t know when she’ll come back
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| She must intend to come back
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| And I’ve seen the error of my ways
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| Don’t wast the tears on me What more proof do you need
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| Just look around the room
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| So much of her remains
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| Her book is lying on the bed
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| The two of hearts to mark her page
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| Now, who could ever walk away
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| At chapter twenty-one
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| So, she can’t be really gone
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| Just look around this room
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| So much of her remains
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| Her book is lying on the bed
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| The two of hearts to mark her page
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| Now who could ever walk away
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| With so much left undone
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| So, she can’t be really gone
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| No, she can’t be really gone |