She loved the singer
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She loved the way he stood on stage and played
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And just poured out his heart and soul
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She loved the dreamer
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The way the lights would hit his eyes
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And shine just like a record made of gold
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She couldn't count the time she stayed up all night
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Scared to death and prayin'
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Wondering if he'd ever make it home
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She loved the singer, she just couldn't live the song
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She loved the hero
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Even more than that, she loved the man without the mask
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When no one was around
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She let him lean on
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Her lovin' arms when he would call
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He'd fall she'd pick him up off the ground
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And in her dreams the face he sees ain't the one taken with a camera
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It's the one after the mask was taken off
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She loved the singer, she just couldn't live the song
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Tryin' to hold him's like tryin' to hold a flame
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She was always just one of a million screaming his name
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She loved the poet
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The words straight from his heart tear you apart
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Then start to make you fall right back in love
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And every day the radio plays one familiar
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And it hits her just a little too strong
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She loved the singer, she just couldn't live the song
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Tryin' to hold him's like tryin' to hold a flame
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She was always just one of a million screaming his name
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Screaming his name¡¦
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She loved the singer, man she loved the dreamer
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She loved the singer, she just couldn't live the song.
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The Singer
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Randy Houser |