There's a photo in an album he don't notice anymore
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That's me, that's me
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There's a stack of cards and letters buried deep inside a drawer
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That's me, that's me
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And the shirt that I once slept in hanging loose behind the door
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Tossed aside so carelessly
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That's me, oh that's me
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There's a picture in my wallet and one less faded in my mind
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That's him, that's him
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There's a name that always haunts me and it slips from time to time
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That's him, that's him
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There's a yearning that I feel in my heart and in my soul
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An old flame that'll never dim
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That's him, I know that's him
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(That's me)
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Hangin' on to the end
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(That's me)
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Starting all over again
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(That's love)
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Oh that's the way it goes
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There's a woman in the chapel in the back row by herself
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That's me, that's me
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And a man at the altar says "I do" to someone else
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That's him, that's him
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As the wedding party leaves throwing rice and wishing well
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A single tear falls silently
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That's me, oh Lord that's me
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Oh, that's me
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That's me
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That's Me
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| Martina McBride |
