Well, I've had all the time I need to wonder,
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Just how much I miss her being gone.
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And I'm already wishing she was close enough to hold,
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An' her memory's only fourteen minutes old.
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Some big old tears just fell from my blue eyes.
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And I guess they must have been there all along.
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There's still some coffee in her cup, and its not even cold.
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An' her memory's only fourteen minutes old.
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Instrumental Break.
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Well, every passing minute makes me want her,
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Right back in my arms where she belongs.
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And I'm already missing times when she was mine to hold,
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And her memory's only fifteen minutes old.
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Some big old tears just fell from my blue eyes.
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And I guess they must have been there all along.
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There's still some coffee in her cup, and its not even cold.
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An' her memory's only fifteen minutes old.
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Her memory's only sixteen minutes old.
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And the coffee in her cup's not even cold.
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Fourteen Minutes Old
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| Doug Stone |
