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StarinĄ¯ out the window at the sinkinĄ¯ sun
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Another painful day is done
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If I could convince myself I was over you now
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IĄ¯d find a way to go on somehow
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But the pain just grows stronger every day
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I think of you and IĄ¯m on my way
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Down memory lane with your hand in mine
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Guess IĄ¯m just not the healing kind
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Another December and the cold winds blow
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And nights without you are so long
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I stare at our picture through the firelightĄ¯s glow
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And where you are right now I just donĄ¯t know
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And the pain just grows stronger every day
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I think of you and IĄ¯m on my way
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Down memory lane with your hand in mine
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Guess IĄ¯m just not the healing kind
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Guess IĄ¯m just not the healing kind
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The Healing Kind
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| Lee Ann Womack |
