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They were quite a pair |
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The way that love should be |
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They still held hands |
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For the world to see |
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She's thankful that she had him all those years |
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But she still has days she can't hold back the tears |
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She misses their |
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Monday night bowling league |
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When they'd wear their matching shirts |
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She misses their |
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Wednesday night dinner out |
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As soon as he got home from work |
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And Saturday morning sleeping late |
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Holding each other close |
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But she misses him on |
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Sunday the most |
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She sits alone on that same old pew again |
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His tenor voice still echoes now and then |
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It brings back all those memories of him there by her side |
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What she'd give for one more |
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Sunday drive |
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She misses their |
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Monday night bowling league |
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When they'd wear their matching shirts |
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She misses their |
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Wednesday night dinner out |
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As soon as he got home from work |
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And Saturday morning sleeping late |
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Holding each other close |
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But she misses him on |
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Sunday the most |
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But she misses him on |
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Sunday the most |
