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4a) In which we have a song about longing for all the you know whos

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The wife I never got around to having, 

She stares at me as she takes off her ring.

Sapphire and diamonds I bought for her for Christmas,

And all the echoes of a time marked in swing.  I thought:

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Ain't this just a perfect little

Life I've dreamed where heartbreak isn't

Everywhere?

Only when the wife I never

Got around to having takes

Off her ring.

Then crazy is, her silences. 

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Versions of memories of you wiped from my windshield,

Three paper towels to soak up what I lost.

Angels laugh at how I fall in love so easy,

A collection on the dashboard of my car.  They think:

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"Ain't this just a perfect little

Break they've made to pass their lonely

Time away?

Only when the steering wheel stains,

Windshield smudge, and radio bust

Can't be cleaned.

Five years from now, dried love remains."

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And if you called me up right now...

The last time I cried I

Sat in the bed of your Dodge truck

And asked you to leave me alone.

'Cause I couldn't...

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The wife I never got around to having:

We go to dinners where she laughs at my jokes. 

She knows I'm reaching for a hand that I've passed over,

But still, she takes mine, squeezes, smiles.  "It's alright," she says:

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"Listen, I know you've been trying.

What's the point?  I see the way you 

Stare at her.

We can keep things quiet for a while

Until it seems to be more

Suitable."

Then crazy is, her silences.

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(Smash into: 4b)