| House full of roses
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| A letter on the stairs
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| A tape full of messages
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| For anyone who cares
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| Collage of broken words
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| And stories full of tears
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| Remembering your life
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| 'Cause we wish that you were here
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| Nothing is harder
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| Than to wake up all alone
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| Realize it’s not okay
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| It’s the end of all you’ve known
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| Time keeps passing by
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| But it seems I’m frozen still
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| Scars are left behind
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| But some too deep to feel
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| And some say this can’t be real
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| And I’ve lost my power to feel tonight
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| We’re all just victims of a crime
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| When all’s gone and can’t be regained
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| We can’t seem to shelter the pain inside
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| We’re all just victims of a crime
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| Some days you’ll find me
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| In the place I like to go
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| Ask questions to myself
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| 'Bout the things I’ll never know
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| What’s left to find
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| 'Cause I need a little more
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| I need a little time
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| Can we even up the score?
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| And some say this can’t be real
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| And I’ve lost my power to feel tonight
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| We’re all just victims of a crime
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| When all’s gone and can’t be regained
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| We can’t seem to shelter the pain inside
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| We’re all just victims of a crime
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| Nothing lasts forever
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| For all good things it’s true
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| I’d rather trade it all
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| While somehow saving you
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| It must have been the season
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| That threw us out of line
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| Once I stood so tall
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| Now I’m searching for a sign
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| So don’t need your salvation
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| With promises unkind
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| And all those speculation
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| Save it for another time
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| 'Cause we all need a reason
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| A reason just to stay
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| Some just can’t be bothered
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| To stick around another day
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| And some say this can’t be real
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| And I’ve lost my power to feel tonight
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| We’ve all been victims of a crime
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| When all is gone and can’t be regained
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| We can’t seem to shelter the pain inside (oh)
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| We’ve all been victims of a crime
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| Victims of a crime
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| Living with this crime
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| I’m missing you
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| I’m missing you
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| I’m missing you
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| I’m missing you |