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 
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not be denied
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There ain't no use defending, it 
 D               Bm
seems I've been tending
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The wrong grave for twenty three 
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years.

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

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

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