(T.Johnson)
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She shaves his face
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She combs his hair
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She helps him find his rocking chair
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She cooks his meals
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She wipes his mouth
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And the window that he's looking out
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She reads him books
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She speaks his name
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Oh every day is much the same
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She sighs that sigh from deep within
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The one that says
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She misses him
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She misses his gentle touch
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And the way he used to make her laugh
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She misses the man he was
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In all of those old photographs
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So strong, so kind, so sweet, so smart
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The man who stole her very heart
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She misses him
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His children come on Saturday
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Their at his feet
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His grandkids play
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It's sad they don't know him at all
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He's just the one they call grandpa
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They take out his trash
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They mow his lawn
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Things he can't do since he's been gone
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She's grateful that they're pitching in
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And like everyone
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She misses him
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She misses his gentle touch
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And the way he used to make her laugh
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She misses the man he was
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In all of those old photographs
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So strong, so kind, so sweet, so smart
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The man who stole her very heart
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She misses him
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And yes they're still together
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After all these years
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But sometimes you can almost feel
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The sadness in her tears
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She misses his gentle touch
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And the way he used to make her laugh
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She misses the man he was
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In all of those old photographs
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So strong, so kind, so sweet, so smart
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The man who stole her very heart
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She misses him
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She Misses Him
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| Tim Rushlow |
