| It’s not the cold making my legs shake,
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| It’s Timmy’s ghost taking his place in our hearts forever.
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| It’s not the sound keeping me from sleep,
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| It’s what Jesus said about hell underneath.
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| I think I’d rather believe it’s some imaginary place,
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| Made up to make children behave,
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| So our souls are safe to wander off,
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| Wherever they might please.
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| Your soul is safe wherever you might be.
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| Come now, sleep.
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| Come, now sleep.
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| Tell me I’m only dreaming.
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| Tell me he’s just sleeping.
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| And when morning comes,
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| We’ll both wake up to see the sun,
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| And love that’s enough to keep our friends alive.
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| Phone call.
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| I pull my car to the side of the road.
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| No, it’s not the cold making my legs shake,
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| It’s someone I love being taken away.
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| A ghost taking his place in our hearts.
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| Where inside he moves from room to room.
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| But sometimes he climbs our spines,
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| To remind our grieving heads,
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| That in this way he hasn’t left.
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| Tell me I’m only dreaming.
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| Tell me he’s just sleeping.
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| And when morning comes,
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| We’ll both wake up to see the sun,
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| And love that’s enough to keep our friends alive. |