It's funny but I don't remember one thing you and I ever fought about
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I know you used to look at me with the coldest eyes
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And speak to me with the sharpest tongue
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But even that's hazy now you know what I do remember
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The warnth of your lips when we'd kiss
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And make up the softness of your body
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When you'd snuggle up close to me and say baby I'm sorry
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And I'm lyin' here tonight remembering the good
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Needing to hold you wishing I could
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Listening to your laughter echo through my mind
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Forgetting the bad times remembering the good
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I thought I'd never forget how the door sounded
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When you used to slam it and walk out but I have forgotten
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And yet I can almost hum the tune it played
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When you opened it and come back in
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Funny all I can remember is the up and in's I forgot the down and out's
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Remembering The Good
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Bill Anderson |