Your mother was crying
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Your father passed her a handkerchief
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Their tear-stained faces
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Looked to mine for a sign of grief
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A thousand raincoats
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Always stand around too long
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But I stayed to talk with you
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After they had gone.
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The flowers I brought you
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Were beginning to fade under the heavy rain
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Your name on the card had run
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So I tried in vain to write it again
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They didn't understand you - No!
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They didn't even try
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I'm so glad that you left us now
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Before you had the chance to die.
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I sat there for a long time,
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Expecting to turn and see you there
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I ran my fingers through the long grass
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Willing it to turn into your hair - and oh
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I'm gonna miss you, dear
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But I don't have to cry
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I'm so glad that you left us now,
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Before you had the chance to die
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And oh, I'm going to miss you dear,
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But I'm not going to cry
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I'm so glad that your life stopped now,
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Before it had the chance to die.
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And On
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Yazoo |