Sunday mornings were your favorite
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I used to meet you down on
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Woods Creek road
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You did your hair up
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like you were famous
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Even though it’s only church
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where we were goin
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Now Sunday mornings
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I just sleep in
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It’s like I buried my faith
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with you
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screaming at a god
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I don’t know if I believe in
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Cause I don’t know
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what else I can do
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I’m still holding on
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To everything
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that’s dead and gone
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I don’t wanna say goodbye
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cause this one means forever
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Now you’re in the stars
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And six feet’s never felt so far
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Here I am alone between
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the heavens and the embers
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Oh it hurts so hard
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For a million different reasons
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You took the best of my heart
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And left the rest in pieces
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Digging through
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your old birthday letters
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A crumpled 20 still in the box
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I don’t think that I could ever
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find a way to spend it
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Even if it’s the last 20
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that I’ve got
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I’m still holding on
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To everything
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that’s dead and gone
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I don’t wanna say goodbye
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cause this one means forever
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Now you’re in the stars
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And six feet’s never felt so far
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Here I am alone between
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the heavens and the embers
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Oh it hurts so hard
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For a million different reasons
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You took the best of my heart
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And left the rest in pieces
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I’m still holding
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holding holding on
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I’m still holding
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holding holding on
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I’m still holding
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holding holding on
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I’m still still holding on
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I’m still holding on
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To everything
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that’s dead and gone
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I don’t wanna say goodbye
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cause this one means forever
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Now you’re in the stars
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And six feet’s never felt so far
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Here I am alone between
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the heavens and the embers
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Oh it hurts so hard
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For a billion different reasons
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You took the best of my heart
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And left the rest in pieces
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In The Stars
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| Benson Boone |
