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It's a sad and guilty feeling |
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Since I did not take out your ashes |
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Whatever I was fearing |
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Never came to passing |
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It's a sad and guilty feeling |
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Since I did not drive you to Michigan |
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Scambling eggs and bacon |
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And you're right here in the kitchen |
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I've got plans and dreams and all kinds of schemes |
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But now, I'm beyond all repair |
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For time just ain't no healer |
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With your ashes sitting there |
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I know you have been countin on my |
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Ever since your sad cremation day |
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I combed your Alzheimer's poety |
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For all that I wished for it to say |
