I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house,
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That don't bother me,
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I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out
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I¡¯m not afraid to cry,
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Every once in a while,
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Even though going on with you gone still upsets me,
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There are days every now and again I pretend I¡¯m ok,
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But that¡¯s not what gets me,
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What hurts the most,
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Was being so close,
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And having so much to say,
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And watching you walk away,
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And never knowing what could have been,
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And not seeing that loving you,
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Is what I was tryin' to do
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It¡¯s hard to deal with the pain of losing you
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Every where I go,
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But I'm doin' it,
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It¡¯s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I¡¯m alone,
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Still harder,
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Getting up getting dressed, livin' with this regret
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But I know if I could do it over,
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I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken,
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What hurts the most,
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Was being so close,
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And having so much to say,
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And watching you walk away,
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And never knowing what could have been ,
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And not seeing that loving you,
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Is what I was tryin' to do
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What hurts the most,
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Was being so close,
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And having so much to say,
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And watching you walk away,
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And never knowing what could have been,
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And not seeing that loving you,
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Is what I was trying to do
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not seeing that loving you
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thats what I was tryin' to do
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What hurts the most
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| Mark Wills |
