| I should’ve told her more, I loved her
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| I should’ve spent more time at home
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| But should haves really aren’t important
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| Since the fact is now she’s gone
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| I wish I’d listened to my conscience
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| When it said «Don't let her go»
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| And if she’s wonderin' how I’m doin'
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| Well, I think she oughta know
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| That I find myself prayin'
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| More than I ever did before
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| And I find my heart is breakin'
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| Each time her memory slams the door
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| And I find myself cryin'
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| (Oh)
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| And tryin' to hold on
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| 'Cause there ain’t nothin' short of dyin'
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| That’s worse than bein' left alone
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| I thought I’d be just fine without her
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| I’d be happy, a free man
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| But the hurt inside of lonesome
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| Is what I didn’t understand
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| And the lessons that I’m learnin'
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| Lord, I’m learnin' awful way
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| 'Cause nights I used to spend in Heaven
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| Have been replaced by nights of hell
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| And I find myself prayin'
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| More than I ever did before
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| And I find my heart is breakin'
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| Each time her memory slams the door
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| And I find myself cryin'
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| Oh and tryin' to hold on
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| 'Cause there ain’t nothin' short of dyin'
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| That’s worse than bein' left alone
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| There ain’t nothin' short of dyin'
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| That’s worse than bein' left alone |