You're mama's singin' with the angels
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(Let her go, let her go)
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Ya got no need to feel so guilty
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(Let her go, let her go)
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Yes, everyone comes and goes
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White in the head before you know
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Set things right before you go
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Let the people you love know
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You wake up feeling she's still with you
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(Let her go, let her go)
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But all you see's an empty room
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(Let her go, let her go)
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Yes, everyone comes and goes
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White in the head before you know
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Set things right before you go
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Let the people you love know
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You pressed your face against her headstone
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Offered up a prayer for others like her
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The trees were bare when mama left us
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Now they fruit and bloom
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On Sunday morning when the church bells ring
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And the laundry's flappin' in the southern breeze
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The choir's howlin' and your mama sings...
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Don't take it so hard
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Don't take it so bad
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Think of the good times
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That we had
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And now you follow in her footsteps
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Walk the same steps that she walked in
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Begged of gods both low and mighty
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That she might return
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You offer up the words
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But they just burn your tounge
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Yes, everyone comes and goes
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White in the head before you know
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Set things right before you go
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Let the people you love know
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Yes, everyone comes and goes
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White in the head before you know
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Make amends before it gets worse
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If the heartache don't get you first
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If the heartache don't get you first
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If the heartache don't get you first
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If the heartache don't get you first
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If the heartache don't get you first
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Yes
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Murder By Death |