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This is the story of a man |
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Who took for granted everything he had |
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And how he let it all just slip away |
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Never to return again |
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Now twenty years have come and gone |
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And still he wonders what he did so wrong |
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And how that he can win back her heart |
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And finally step outside of the dark |
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He buys fresh roses everyday |
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Her favourite flower so she used to say |
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And now the memories all that he has left |
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And I'm afraid he'll drink himself to death |
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This is the story of a man |
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Who took for granted everything he had |
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And how he let it all just slip away |
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Never to return again |
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It's clear she's moved on long ago |
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But he still clings on to a distant hope |
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That she'll come back and make a happy home |
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For now it's him and the bottle all alone |
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Sometimes you'll see him in the yard |
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A wounded man with a desperate heart |
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He keeps the hedges trimmed nice and neat |
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To keep them the way that they used to be |
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This is the story of a man |
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Who took for granted everything he had |
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And how he let it all just slip away |
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Never to return again |
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A single dress hangs on it's own |
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The scent of perfume all he has to hold |
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A wasted life waiting on a dream |
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Hoping for things the way they used to be |
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This is the story of a man (this is the story of a man) |
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Who took for granted everything he had (everything he had) |
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And how he let it all just slip away (he let it slip away) |
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Never to return again (to return again) |
