| And then the day came
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| Where all we were talking about
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| Was her dying
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| All we were talking about
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| Was her dying
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| And if we had the right to ask her
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| To keep trying to live
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| Look up keep your eyes on the prize, girl
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| But don’t be surprised when your road goes dim
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| There’ll be days you’ll go dancing with your demons
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| Screamin' they seem just like your friends
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| These are things I wish my mother would’ve told me
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| All I ever really wanted was her story
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| You live a bit and then you die
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| (You die, you die, you die)
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| You’re not the only one feelin' hunted
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| I have been run out my skin
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| But little girl you gotta dream beyond the bloodhounds
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| I hear 'em huntin' you down don’t let them win
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| These are things I wish my mother would’ve told me
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| All I ever really wanted was a warning
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| You live a bit and then you die
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| (You die, you die, you die)
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| I don’t get sad about it anymore
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| I don’t get sad about it anymore
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| No, no, I don’t get sad about you anymore
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| Thought you saw a blackbird
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| Thought you saw a blackbird, a blackbird over there
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| You turn to find her, it’s like there was no one there
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| You turn to find her, it’s like there is no one there
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| You turn to find me, it’s like I was never there
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| I was a blackbird, a blackbird, a blackbird over there
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| A blackbird, a blackbird, a blackbird over there |