The moving van is waitin' for the rain to stop
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Your agent put a sign up in the yard
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I wondered was there anything that you'd forgot
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I guess that goodbye's got to be this hard.
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One last look around the rooms that we both shared
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I knew I couldn't stay here by myself
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I saw a box and wondered why you'd left it out
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Right there on the bedroom closet shelf.
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Faded yellow photos of a boy and girl
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Smiling in the blazing Texas sun
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It must have been the year before your daddy died
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He tried to warn me then this day would come.
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I get the picture though the love has gone away
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I get the picture though your memory will fade I get the picture.
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Wasn't that the guy you told me you forgot
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Oh what's his name who never made you laugh
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But I never made you smile the way you're smilin' here
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By his side in this faded photograph.
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Last night when I met you at your lawyer's house
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I wondered bout the guy who dropped you off
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Guess I prob'ly never place this smiling face
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If you hadn't left behind this box.
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I get the picture though the love has gone away
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I get the picture though your memory will fade I get the picture.
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I get the picture...
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I Get The Picture
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| Keith Whitley |
