It's a sad and guilty feeling
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Since I did not take out your ashes
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Whatever I was fearing
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Never came to passing
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It's a sad and guilty feeling
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Since I did not drive you to Michigan
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Scambling eggs and bacon
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And you're right here in the kitchen
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I've got plans and dreams and all kinds of schemes
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But now, I'm beyond all repair
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For time just ain't no healer
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With your ashes sitting there
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I know you have been countin on my
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Ever since your sad cremation day
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I combed your Alzheimer's poety
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For all that I wished for it to say
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I'll Take Out Your Ashes
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| The Low Anthem |
