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| Dig by: Graham Powell Why did you have to leave me? I didn't think I'd have to cry But I watched them throw sand into the place where you still lie It was a small procession Three long black limousines All going to pay tribute To the woman you had been If I had a shovel then I would dig Down through the earth and clay So I could feel you and see your warmth there When will you come back to me? When will I start to live again Remember all those things that we could never do again Many have gone where you are I'm scared to even go outside When will I find the courage I still see behind your eyes? If I had a shovel then I would dig Down through the earth and clay So I could feel you and see your warmth there On sundays I can visit you But I can't see your face I talk to you but it's too hard To think that you're away When you went You left behind Something on your way Why did you have to leave me? I didn't think I'd have to cry But I watched them throw sand into the place where you still lie If I had a shovel then I would dig Down through the earth and clay So I could feel you and see your warmth there dig.dig.dig |
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