| The letters are held tight
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| f fucking theft in broad daylight
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| coz he was strong, and tried to be wise
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| a plain man with a simple life
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| the photos sit on their chest
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| I can’t find what I want in them yet
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| the seamless phone calls
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| build bridges when you wanna build walls
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| well you all said nothing about this tonight
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| yeah you all said nothing about this tonight
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| well you all said nothing about this tonight
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| yeah you all said nothing about this tonight
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| well it’s left a gaping hole
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| a space I can’t fill on my own
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| so what’s left to be said?
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| and who’s there to take good care?
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| for us and for her
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| to lead on and ease what hurts
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| to take sides, to take pride, to fight through disguise and lies?
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| well you all said nothing about this tonight
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| yeah you all said nothing about this tonight
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| well you all said nothing about this tonight
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| yeah you all said nothing about this tonight
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| so tell me — how long, how long, how long can you miss someone?
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| how long, how long, how long do you miss someone?
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| how long, how long, how long can you miss someone?
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| how long can you miss someone?
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| how long can you miss someone?
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| how long can you miss someone?
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| well you all said nothing about this tonight
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| yeah you all said nothing about this tonight |