Tending The Wrong Grave For 23 Years

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A mistake has been made it's a fact they can't hide
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Though I'm partly to blame it can not be denied
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There ain't no use defending, it seems I've been tending
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The wrong grave for twenty three years.

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A letter dropped on to my doormat one day
      Bm                            E
And I thought I'll ignore that - it might go away
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And I took up my shears to the place where for years
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I presumed my sweet darling had lain.

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Curse those in charge of plots, curse these forget-me-nots
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I've been sharing my innermost thoughts with an Edward McCrae
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I'm inconsolable and at times uncontrollable
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Ah but she wouldn't know 'cos she's two hundred metres away.

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I'm numb from the sting that I've been tending
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The wrong grave for twenty three years,
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Oh I walked up in Autumn, I ran up in spring
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To the wrong grave for twenty three years,
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Oh ding a ling a ling a ling, now ain't that a thing
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The wrong grave for twenty three years,
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The wrong grave for twenty three years
    D               E            D       E
The wrong grave for twenty three years.