| Hey Sylvan, what’s to say?
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| It feels so strange to sing your name this way
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| I’m lost for words, still looking for the one
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| Still searchin on the tip of my tongue
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| Hey Silvan, do you recall
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| The summer we spent moving bricks and building cement walls?
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| Through every midday, everyone would call
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| We laughed along and smiled at em all
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| And on the day, everybody came
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| You were there in a wooden picture frame
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| Reminding me of a wedding we went to where you cried for the bride and now
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| she’s here to cry for you
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| I guess we all fall in, fall out
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| Every good story has to end somehow
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| Here’s your standing over on your last bow
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| You left the stage on fire and they’ll never put it out
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| Never put it out
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| Hey Silvan, where’d you go?
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| Yeah, I know you were always leavin early from the parties
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| We would throw
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| We chased you down before you were gone
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| Oh, I wish I knew the street that you’re on
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| Now it’s safe, you never went away
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| You’re in the ground, sure not living in a grave
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| I look around and I see what you gave
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| All proof of the life you embraced
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| I guess we all fall in, fall out
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| Every good story has to end somehow
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| Here’s your standing over on your last bow
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| You left the stage on fire and they’ll never put it out
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| Never put it out |