| Looking back I know it’s what I’d die for
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| And through all this life
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| Smashed away all the strife
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| A friendship I paint
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| Untouchable
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| Crawling from the floor
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| I’ve been there before
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| There I was staring back at the bottom
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| And let’s make this clear
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| It came from these tears
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| Carved across our chests
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| Loyalty…
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| And with the new light there was young hope
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| To underline the meaning
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| And carve our names in
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| At the end of August
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| The end of
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| At the end of August
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| The end of
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| I’ll never replace the ones I first made
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| Jesus, does anyone?
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| So I lit lanterns to
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| Light up all these words
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| Looking back I know it’s what I’d die for
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| And through all of this life
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| Smashed away all the strife
|
| A friendship I paint
|
| Untouchable
|
| And with the new light there was young hope
|
| To underline the meaning
|
| And carve our names in
|
| At the end of August
|
| The end of
|
| At the end of August
|
| The end of
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| I’ll never replace the ones I first made
|
| Jesus, does anyone?
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| (Crawling from the floor
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| I been there before
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| And let’s make this clear
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| Loyalty)
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| And I want you to know
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| How all of you made me
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| How all of you saved me
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| And I’ll never replace
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| The ones I first made
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| Jesus, does anyone?
|
| At the end of August
|
| The end of
|
| At the end of August
|
| The end of
|
| I’ll never replace the ones I first made
|
| Jesus, does anyone?
|
| Crawling from the floor
|
| I’ve been there before
|
| There I was staring back at the floor
|
| And let’s make this clear
|
| It came from these tears
|
| Carved across our chest
|
| Loyalty
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| Loyalty |