There's an evenin' dress in the closet
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With a red wine stain on the sleeve
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Your pillow's still on the bed where we used to sleep
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And in the dresser drawer, there's a couple more things
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That smell like your perfume
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But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you
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And all I've got is a big, broken heart
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And memories I can't drimk away
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Just because the man I was
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Wasn't enough to make you stay
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The heaven we had, the hell that I'm goin' through
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Other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you
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The flowers that you planted
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On either side of the steps out front
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Before they bloom, I'm thinkin' I might dig 'em up
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That ol' front porch swing, those songs you sang
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And the cold and bitter truth
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But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you
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And all I've got is a big, broken heart
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And memories I can't drimk away
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Just because the man I was
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Wasn't enough to make you stay
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The heaven we had, the hell that I'm goin' through
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Other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you
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The heaven we had, the hell that I'm goin' through
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Other than that, there ain't much left
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The heaven we had, the hell that I'm goin' through
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Other than that, there ain't much of lovin' you
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Yeah, there ain' much left
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There ain't much left of lovin' you
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Yea
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Ain't Much Left Of Lovin' You
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| Randy Montana |
