I can hear her heart beat
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It seams a little strong
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I can hear the things I did wrong
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I can hear her thoughts
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By looking in her eyes
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I can hear her all the times she cried
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I can hear the memories
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As they echo off the wall
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Falling from the pictures down the hall
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I can hear regret
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Building up in side of me
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And I can hear all the things
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I could not see
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Those are the sounds of a woman leaving
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Stronger then the wind in a willow tree
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Those are the sounds of a heart breaking
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You can't hear it
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But the noise is killing me
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I should of heard it coming
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But I chose to pretend
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I should of recognizes that sound
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Way back then
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But I just wouldn't listen didn't want to all those years
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Now the truth is ringing clear
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In my ears
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Those are the sounds of a woman leaving
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Stronger then the wind in willow tree
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Those are the sounds of a heart breaking
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You can't hear it
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But the noise is killing me
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Those are the sounds of a heart breaking
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You can't hear it
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But the noise is killing me
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I can hear it
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And the silent is killing me
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The Sounds
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| Alan Jackson |
