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SHE'S TAKEN TO WALKING ALONE IN THE EVENING
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SHE'S TAKEN TO SLEEPING ALL NIGHT IN HIS CHAIR
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TOGETHER THEY BOTH HAD A REASON FOR LIVING
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BACK WHEN THE FELLING OF LOVING WAS THERE
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THEN SHE TOOK TO DREAMING WHEN HE WASN'T LOOKING
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AND HE TOOK TO LOOKING FOR MOMENTS ALONE
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TOGETHER THEY DRIFTED APART FROM EACH OTHER
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TOGETHER THEY BOTH KNEW THE FELLING WAS GONE
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GONE LIKE THE SPARROW SOUTH FOR THE WINTER
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GONE LIKE THE RIVER OUT TO THE SEA
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GONE LIKE THE LEAVES FROM THE TREES WHEN ITS SNOWING
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GONE LIKE THE LOVE THAT THEY ONCE GAVE SO FREE
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TILL HE TOOK TO STARRING AT HIS LONESOME SHADOW
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AND SHE TOOK TO HUMMING THE WORDS TO SOME SONG
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THEY BOTH FELT IT SLIPPING THAT FEELING OF GIVING
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LEAVING THE FEELING OF BEING ALONE
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EACH OF THEM REACH OUT FOR THE OTHER
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TOGETHER THEY GO THOUGH THE MOTIONS ALONE
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TRYING TO PRETEND THAT NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
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MAKING BELIEVE THAT THEIR LOVE ISN'T GONE
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Gone (Like)
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| David Allan Coe |
