| The passing of the seasons give us casualties
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| Sitting in this ward on New Year’s Eve
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| I hoped and prayed he would pull through
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| That winter was the coldest too
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| Where the pavement ends, anguish governs the heart
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| White eyes in the house of the sick
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| I’m broken, remorseful and cruel
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| I can’t get past these bleak white lights
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| I can’t get past these countless nights
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| Hold on
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| I can’t get past these bleak white lights
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| Hold on
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| I can’t get past these countless nights
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| Merciful Lord tear down this house I dream for peaceful respite hours
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| Please keep him on this I. V drip
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| His words in my head said stay with me, oh stay with me, pray sweet release
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| I’m crushed under the weight of my regret
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| White eyes in the house of the sick
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| I’m broken, remorseful and cruel |