| I wish that I could spread my arms so wide
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| That I could wrap them around everyone I’ve ever known and loved
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| Protect them from the crashing waves
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| The storms that will take us all one at a time
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| The unheard goodbyes that we are never ready to whisper
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| Turning once strong men into lost little boys
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| Standing well dressed staring into six-foot holes
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| Sick of this chill every time the phone rings too early or too late
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| The what-if silences that linger in between
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| Why can’t I build a raft strong enough
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| To carry us through the clouds, the flames
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| Or any of that shit that I don’t believe in
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| I would do anything not to have to squeeze another trembling body
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| Who was not ready to face life’s end
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| Tired of sitting slumped in the corner trying not to come apart
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| As the lines stretch around the building
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| Why does only death show us how much we truly mean to each other
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| The beautiful things that we’re not ready to lose or have yet to try
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| Knowledge does not come in books it comes in caskets
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| I don’t wanna see how brave we can be anymore
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| I’ve seen the strength it takes to get past and move on
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| And would trade it all away to know how to keep you here forever
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| Maybe I’ve grown too old
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| Missed out on the glamour and the glory
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| Just can’t see past the tears and the pain
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| Oh please don’t bury me in the rain |