| I don’t hate you, I just won’t talk to you again
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| For what you did to my friend
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| We’re stacked in estates, then spread out in our graves
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| We’ll have more room when we’re dead
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| Vows to sing at your funeral
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| Songs from Carrie and Lowell
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| I miss parts, but I must take you as a whole
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| So I’ll see you on the other side
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| As you fight for your right
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| To never give a damn about hers or mine
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| I would give her my lungs and my air when she cries
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| And the world she deserves
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| She’s the sun even when she can’t feel it on her skin
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| And nothing can take that from her
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| If she could have a shadow
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| You’d be it, turning her glow
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| Into the only shade of grey
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| You’ve ever known
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| So I’ll see you on the other side
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| Taking regression in your stride
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| In a sea of people that all look alike
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| Ascension, spiralling
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| Coming back with new understanding
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| In a sea of people that all look alike
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| I don’t hate you, I just won’t see you again
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| For what you did to my friend |