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I haven't read the Bible yet, like everyone suggested But I read all that text, that's like 80 hours worth of messages And I just cancelled my first call with my therapist But I watched all the videos you took of us, a hundred fucking times And every time I cry, you're nothing Girl, you love me, I can see it in your face I can hear it in your voice I can read it in the text you sent me Girl, I love you every second of every day There's so much I wish I could say All I can do is sing and hope somewhere you swear Maybe you're singing with me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Girl, why'd you take her away? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh She should be more than a memory I haven't started living like I promised at your funeral I fell right back into work and the bullshit that awaited my return My days look a lot like they looked when you were with me I just replaced all the laughing with crying and kissing With pictures of us kissing and nothing Girl, you love me, I can see it in your face I can hear it in your voice I can read it in the text you sent me And girl, I love you every second of every day There's so much I wish I could say All I can do is sing and hope somewhere you swear Maybe you're singing with me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Girl, why'd you take her away? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh She should be more than a memory She should be more than a memory She should be a mother, she should be a wife She should be a dancer, busy day and night She should be a sister and a daughter and a friend When everybody's sleeping, I stay open, I pretend like I gave her a ring and I kissed her after work I should be the father of the daughter she deserved She should have gotten old and happy in her bed We shouldn't have to make mistakes Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh She should be a mother, she should be a wife She should be a dancer, busy day and night She should be a sister and a daughter and a friend When everybody's sleeping, I stay open, I pretend like I gave her a ring and I kissed her after work I should be the father of the daughter she deserved She should have gotten old and happy in her bed We shouldn't have to make mistakes
Writer(s): Claudio Tristano, Daniel Gorman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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