Her hat is hanging by the door
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The one she bought in Mexico
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It blocked the wind
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It stopped the rain
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She'd never leave that one
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So, she can't be really gone
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The shoes she bought on Christmas Eve
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She laughed and said they called her name
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It's like they're waiting in the hall
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For her to slip them on
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So, she can't be really gone
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I don't know when she'll come back
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She must intend to come back
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I've seen the error of my ways
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Don't waste the tears on me
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What more proof do you need
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Just look around the room
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So much of her remains
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Her book is lying on the bed
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The two of hearts to mark her page
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Now who could ever walk away at chapter 21
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So, she can't be really gone
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Just look around this room
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So much of her remains
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Her book is lying on the bed
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The two of hearts to mark her page
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Now who could ever walk away
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With so much left undone
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So, she can't be really gone
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No, she can't be really gone
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Can't Be Really Gone
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| Tim McGraw |
