| I stood in the room when the light in her eyes dimmed
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| Forever it faded and burned out, invaded
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| I sat by the bed with his hand in my hand
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| It fell and it went limp, breathlessly leaving our world
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| You think that I’m dumb, that I’m too young to know such things
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| But what have I done? |
| I’ve had to handle everything
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| You think that I’m one whose absent in the pageantry
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| But I could heal your world
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| Your world is dirty
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| Your world is burning
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| Your world is hurting for me
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| A million dark faces, burned hands in embraces
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| All falling to places where you could never come back
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| My heart was freezing, my mind disbelieving, they went
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| Down so easy, pleading, fleeing from our world
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| You think that I’m dumb, that I’m too young to know such things
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| But look what I’ve done. |
| I have to handle everything
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| You think that I’m one whose absent in the pageantry
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| But I could heal your world
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| Your world is dirty
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| Your world is burning
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| Your world is hurting for me
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| You think that I’m not brave
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| That I’m too young to know such things
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| You think that I’d cave, that I can’t handle anything
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| If only I had saved a piece of what I used to love…
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| Then I could heal your world
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| Your world is dirty
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| Your world is burning
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| Your world is yearning
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| Your world is hurting for me |