| Tears from yesterday carry on through tomorrow
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| These words were too soft-spoken and I don’t want to regret anything
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| No letter could express this fear I feel inside
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| But I’ll write it anyway
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| Your name will be the last from my lips (my lips)
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| Your face the last image in my eyes (my eyes)
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| Don’t let the wind blow and take this all away
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| Only in death will we rise
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| I’ll leave you these final words and pray for better days
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| My voice a vague memory washed away by your tears
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| It’s hard to contemplate the obvious
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| But you’re strong eough to make it through (To make it through)
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| «A poetic tragedy falls upon your doorstep as you wake
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| Confide in your friends and family to wash this pain away
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| Goodbyes are inevitable
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| But I will see you again
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| And never forget the simple fact that I will always love you
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| Did I do you proud?»
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| Your name will be the last from my lips (my lips)
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| Your face the last image in my eyes (my eyes)
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| Don’t let the wind blow and take this all away
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| Only in death will we rise
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| Will we rise…
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| Will we rise…
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| Will we rise…
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| Will we rise… |