| The kitchen was the coldest room in the house
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| And the things that never fazed you
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| Were starting to get harder
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| Like putting wood in to the stove
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| And your memory was getting softer
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| Just as I was old enough
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| To get to know you
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| Mum made me write my name for you
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| On butchers paper on the kitchen table
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| I couldn’t quite manage it back then
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| If only you could see now what I can do
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| Mum still has your old handbag
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| With all of your jewellery in it
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| I gave your pearl earrings
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| To the girl I love
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| On her 21st birthday
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| And all the car trips on rainy days
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| Trying to find where the rainbow begins
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| It’s my warmest memory
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| When mum could no longer take care of you
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| We had to say our goodbyes at the nursing home
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| You didn’t know why you can’t come back with us
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| I’ve never seen my mother cry so much
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| And I watched grandpa visit you every day he could
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| He would stop by the bar on his way home
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| When the days weren’t so good
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| Time alone so he wouldn’t forget
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| What it was like when you remembered him
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| I didn’t answer the phone
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| He walked home
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| And he died of a stroke
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| And mum gave you his wedding ring
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| Mum made it to a show last month
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| She said you’d be so proud |