This is the story of a man
Who took for granted everything he had
How he let it all just slip away
Never to return again

Now 20 years [bad word] and gone
And still he wonders what he did so wrong
And how that he can win back her heart
And finally step outside of the dark

He buys fresh roses every day
Her favorite flowers, so she used to say
And now the memories are all that he has left
And? to drink himself to death

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This is the story of a man(This is the story of a man)
Who took for granted everything he had(everything he had)
How he let it all just slip away(he let it slip away)
Never to return again(to return again)

It´s clear she´s moved on long ago
And he still clings on to a distant hope
That [bad word] back and make her happy home /unsure
For now it´s him and the bottle all alone

Sometimes you´ll see him in the yard
wounded man with a desperate heart
He keeps the hedges trimmed nice and neat
But keeps them lower than they used to be

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The single dress hangs on it's own
The scent of perfume of he has to hold /unsure
wasted life waiting on a dream
Hoping for things the way they used to be

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