Mick came home late last night
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he drank enough beer to take the edge off a knife
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She opened the door
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looking older than before
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He said "Rosy, you're too girl a girl"
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She let him in and lifted up her dress
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like an apology he began to kiss her neck
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he felt much relief
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as the ceiling fan tapped out a broken melody
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And she said "Do you remember when we were younger,
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bitter words were said
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making up was always your favorite part.
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Well I ain't young no more
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and 'I'm sorry' can not mend a broken heart."
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He came back home
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threw his things on the floor
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she worked up the courage to say what she never had before
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the words got lost inside
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he got that look in his eye
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and the sun went shining on
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Do you remember when we were younger
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bitter words were said
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making up was always your favorite part
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well I 'aint young no more
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and "I'm sorry" can not mend a broken heart
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The church knew well Mick was a violent man
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She got a few head lines
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she got a slap on the hand
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And there ain't no villains
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and there ain't no heros
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people on both sides of the tracks
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try to add a whole bunch of zeros
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time marches on
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until its all gone
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She said, "Do you remember when we were younger
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bitter words were said
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making up was always your favorite part
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I ain't young no more
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and 'I'm sorry' can not mend a broken heart
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Rosy and Mick
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| Jewel |
