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• Artiste: David Nail
• Titre: The Secret
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All gathered 'round in our Sunday best After the service on them old church steps Congregation spilling into the streets Ain't it funny how the preacher's words Disappear out here on the curb Once the weight of an old friend's body and your hands meet Tending bar up in Syracuse Momma called when she got the news Hell, I don't know who she'll miss more, you or me No, it didn't feel real, no not 'til now Behind this long black Lincoln in our little town Rolling by buildings I never thought again I'd see And I can't help but think about all that we could have been Had you not stayed here and settled for a life with him Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Buried is the secret that was us I can still see you standing there Swollen eyes and snow in your hair And your shaking voice say you couldn't get past the shame Eight weeks into a nine month ride Either way it's still a lie Carrying your child with another man's name And I can't help but think about all that we could have been Had you not stayed here and settled for a life with him Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Buried is the secret that was us I walk up and shake his hand, tell him just how sorry I am And what I wouldn't give to have you back I wonder if you're looking down on all who is gathered 'round Knowing one day I too will find peace And I can't help but think about all that we could have been Had you not stayed here and settled for a life with him Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Buried is the secret that was us Buried is the secret that was us