| Was losing all my friends.
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| Was losing them to drinking and to driving.
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| Was losing all my friends, but I got them back.
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| I am on the mend.
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| At least now I can say that I am trying.
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| And I hope you will forget, things I still lack.
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| Yeah. |
| Yeah.
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| Is it in you now,
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| To barely hear the truth that you have spoken?
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| Twisted up by knaves,
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| To make a trap for fools.
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| Is it in you now,
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| To watch the things you gave your life to broken?
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| And stoop and build them up, with worn-out tools.
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| Yeah. |
| Yeah.
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| Yeah, yeah. |
| (Oh.)
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| Yeah.
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| Nothing gets so bad,
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| A whisper from your father couldn’t fix it.
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| Your whisper’s like a bridge, he’s a river span.
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| Take all that you have,
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| And turn it into something you were missing.
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| Somebody threw that brick, shattered all your plans.
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| Yeah. |
| Yeah.
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| Yeah, yeah. |
| (Oh.)
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| Yeah.
|
| Time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
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| It takes a while to grow anything,
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| Before it’s coming to an end, yeah.
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| Before you put my body in the cold ground,
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| Take some time to warm it with your hand,
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| Before it’s coming to an end, yeah.
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| It’s coming to an end. |
| (It's coming to an end.)
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| Do you miss the bland,
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| Colors she left in your black and white field?
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| Do you feel condemned, just for being there?
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| I am not your friend.
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| I am just a man who knows how to feel.
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| I am not your friend.
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| I’m not your lover.
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| I’m not your family.
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| Yeah. |
| Yeah.
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| Yeah, yeah. |
| (Oh.)
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| Yeah.
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| Time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
|
| It takes a while to grow anything,
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| Before it’s coming to an end, yeah! |