| Don’t even know if I can write this song
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| Caught on a beam between right and wrong
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| Gotta keep forward, keep straight
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| For the sake of why we stay awake all night long
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| It’s not up for interpret
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| Paranoid of exploiting the verdict
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| But in the same breath
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| I got thoughts that I wanna express and let surface
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| This ain’t for props or the pop culture
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| It’s about a balloon that got punctured
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| The sunshine’s fun till it burns someone
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| And we all got burnt that summer
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| She was sixteen
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| Another young angel with clipped wings
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| She came to the shows, but I never met her
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| Don’t even know if she was listening
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| That night, we lost a supporter
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| That night, somebody lost a daughter
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| He raped and killed her at the venue
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| Can’t comprehend what her friends must have went through
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| That night, the sun went dark
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| Now watch everyone on the tour bus fall apart
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| That night, Lord have mercy
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| The music died that night in Albuquerque
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| Stop, it can’t be true, right?
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| This type of real doesn’t happen to you, right?
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| Cresent, Murs, Dibbs, Jaybird
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| I wanna go home now and start a new life
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| Wish I could protect the kids
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| I guess safety is hit or miss
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| With a prior convicted sex offense against
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| A four year old, why we let you live?
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| Don’t know what I’m trying to write
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| But there’s a part of me that keeps dying that night
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| And when I think about her mother
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| I become another number that wants you to suffer
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| You’re locked up for now
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| You have no more chances to steal the children’s laughs
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| And if you ever find God
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| Better pray to her and ask that we never cross paths |