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I saw roses Dchoking in the grass, flakinGg paint and a broken window pane D
A Dmailbox barely standing by the Bmdriveway, I can almost read the Aname
A Gswing-set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played happy Dgames Bm
EveryDthing I ever cared about is Agone now, but the memory still reDmains.
The old man from the house across the street asked, "How's it goin'" and I said "Fine"
But the expression on his face would make me think, that he could almost read my mind.
That Johnson boy from down the road was askin' if the kids could come and play
Lord I wish I could have told him yes, but I just said, I guess no, not today.
I just came D7home to count the Gmemories A
AThat I've been counting in my Dmind Bm
I just came Bmhome to count the Gmemories A
Of a Abetter day and tDime
All the birds that sang their pretty songs aren't singing like they did when we were here
Cause there's no happiness in music if somebody isn't close enough to care
I picked a ragged daisy from it's home out in the corner the yard
She loves me - She loves me not, Now I don't have to wonder anymore.
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