| Sister dear, I never dreamed that I would find you
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| In the light of the dying day
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| I see the tears reflect the light upon you
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| And it’s been so long since I’ve seen your face
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| Faced with the dark, I once chose wisely
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| I felt the light and it felt good
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| But three years, and I don’t know what happened
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| But something changed in me
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| He feels numb lost in time
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| Hears whispers of a world in an endless night
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| But he won’t miss the life he had
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| If this is really death then it’s not so bad
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| Fed to the crows, they picked my bones
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| And left my body to decay at the whipping post
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| I can still see the blood running through my hands
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| And if I had another chance to live, I think I’d rather be dead
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| He feels numb lost in time
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| Hears whispers of a world in an endless night
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| But he won’t miss the life he had
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| If this is really death then it’s not so bad
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| He feels numb lost in time
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| Hears whispers of a world in an endless night
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| But he won’t miss the life he had
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| If this is really death then it’s not so bad |