| Girl scattered
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| Ripped to pieces by her brother’s murder
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| One thought too many
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| One thought too much
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| Her gentle levy burst
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| Lives with her mother in a basement
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| With their seventeen years of blame
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| Can’t stop the knawing
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| «I should have’s» clawing
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| It is the circle of her pain
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| Breathe deeply you’re not alone
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| Breathe deeply now
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| Breathe deeply he’s safe with god
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| Rest your head now
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| She has no father, no hero husband
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| To help her gather her ends
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| So she imagines the dj loves her
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| Lives for the music he spins
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| Radio humming, two fingers drumming
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| Over the red scar bracelet she once made
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| Her mind keeps playing her brothers slaying
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| And she’s scattering once again
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| Breathe deeply you’re not alone
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| Breathe deeply now
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| Breathe deeply he’s safe with god
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| Rest your head now
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| She says, «I dream, i dream about him
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| He is lost and all alone
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| How can I sleep until i free him»
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| She keeps stumbling under the weight of his ghost
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| Breathe deeply you’re not alone
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| Breathe deeply now
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| Breathe deeply he’s safe with god
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| Rest your head now
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| Breathe deeply you’re not alone
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| Breathe deeply now
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| Breathe deeply he’s safe with god
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| Rest your head now |