| It was just last week that my grandma died
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| It’s been years since I’ve seen family on my fathers side
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| A bitter sweet, moment but tell me why
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| Nothing less then the sting of death brought us together
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| I sat and listened to the priest tell lies
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| To appease loved ones in their seats
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| When you looking at a face that’s weaping
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| The grim truth wont bring’em no peace
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| So I put on, all white gloves like Mr. Jackson
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| Carried the casket to the Cadillac then
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| I realised this is the first time that me and my brothers ever did something
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| together
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| Whatever, I’m grown now come on let’s just put on the smiles
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| And take pictures, take pictures
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| Uh
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| Eat this humble pie then leave them dishes
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| For somebody else to clean 'em until I see ya’ll again
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| (Breakin' down, breakin' down)
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| Everything here is breaking down
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| (Br-br-Breakin' down, breakin' down)
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| It’s all breaking down down down
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| (Breakin' down, breakin' down)
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| Everything here is breaking down
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| (Breakin' down, breakin' down)
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| But this wont be forever no
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| You used to make me cry
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| But one day He’ll wipe every tear from our eyes
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| He’ll come make all things right
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| And we’ll sing death has died
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| But until that day
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| Until that day
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| Oh, until that day
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| This won’t be forever
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| Until that day
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| Oh, until that day
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| Oh, oh, oh,
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| This won’t be for ever
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| I hopped off the plane
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| My God, what a scene that I seen on that TV screen
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| People huddled round, hands on they mouth
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| Not again, same problem, it hit a new town
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| 26 dead, 20 of 'em kids
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| Where do you begin when some lives just ended?
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| And everybody got the question:
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| If God’s so good how He let this happen?
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| Is it mental health? |
| Is it gun control?
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| Is it we make superstars out of animals?
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| Is it the movies we make? |
| The video games?
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| I dunno, but God I want an antidote
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| All I know is this world is broken
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| Our sin is the reason it ain’t like it’s supposed to
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| Words fall short tryna comfort the grieving
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| But you gotta know that there’s hope to believe in
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| One day my God gon' crack the sky
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| He gon' bottle up every tear that we ever cried
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| Bring truth to every lie, justice for ever crime
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| All our shame will be gone and we’ll never have to hide
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| No more broken hearts, no more broken homes
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| No more lockin' doors, no more cops patrollin'
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| No abusive words, or abusive touches
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| No more cancerous cells that’ll take our loved ones
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| No more hungry kids, no more natual disaster
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| No child will ever have to ask where his dad is
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| No funerals where we wear all black
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| And death will be dead and we’ll lock the casket
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| Yes!
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| You used to make me cry (you used to make me cry)
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| But one day He’ll wipe every tear from our eyes (every tear from our eyes)
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| He’ll come make all things right (all things right)
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| And we’ll sing death has died
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| But until that day
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| You used to make me cry (you used to make me cry)
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| But one day He’ll wipe every tear from our eyes (every tear from our eyes)
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| He’ll come make all things right
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| And we’ll sing death has died
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| But until that day
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| Until that day
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| Oh, until that day
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| This won’t be forever
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| Until that day
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| Oh, until that day
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| Oh, oh, oh,
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| This won’t be forever |