| «Goodnight son."was all he said, it was routine and simple.
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| I played it out inside my head until I was ghastly feeble.
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| Mourning came with the morning rain, hit the rooftop with the stern disdain.
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| Brought so much pain, no sun shiny day, dawn did not bring her beginning.
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| Eternal black fits a tragedy.
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| Too dark for adjusted eyes to see.
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| All they had to do was speak my name, to calm the lion, make him tame.
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| Were you as wild as they say. |
| It’s what they say.
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| But I don’t really know what to believe, because if I really was so crippling,
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| Did you have the heart to complete the cliche?
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| Did you follow me into the evergreen? |
| Was it you sounding from the trees?
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| Or was it just a the breeze manipulating leaves, solidifying wishful thinking?
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| But I know you were there when I was deathly scared of how close I really got
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| to leaping.
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| You put your hand on me, said «Life is just a dream,
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| And if you love me, you will sleep.
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| I know I’ve hurt you so baldly.
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| But I only ask you for one thing.»
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| All they had to do was speak my name, to calm the lion, make him tame.
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| Were you as wild as they say. |
| It’s what they say.
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| But I don’t really know what to believe, because if I really was so crippling,
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| Did you have the heart to complete the cliche?
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| You say you’re dead but everybody makes mistakes.
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| Their love makes up for a lot that has been lost.
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| So I guess it’s not as aphotic as I thought.
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| I’ll meet you in Costa Rica.
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| Open my eyes, Pura Vida.
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| All they had to do was speak my name, to calm the lion, make him tame.
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| Were you as wild as they say. |
| It’s what they say.
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| But I don’t really know what to believe, because if I really was so crippling,
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| Did you have the hear to complete the cliche?
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| They say you did but everybody makes mistakes.
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| I understand but this one’s slowly killing me.
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| But it can’t help to consume myself directing blame.
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| So I am taking what’s been done, washing it clean.
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| Excusing my entire life on a bad dream.
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| This hour was for you.
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| Now it’s over and through.
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| There is nothing left,
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| But the universe around my neck. |