| It was the last time I felt like this
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| I felt nothing at all
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| And I was fifteen when you got sick
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| I still remember that phone call
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| When they said there’s something inside of you
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| So they tried radiation and chemicals too
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| And now you’re standing on the last line
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| And so am I, I’ve got you
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| You’ve got me too
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| Hold on, I’ve got you
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| And you said there’s broken links in your brain
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| And I said, «It's okay, mine’s exactly the same»
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| There’s still some things I don’t understand
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| Like the casual blindness toward the cruelty of man
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| And a cop shot the wrong guy again
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| And they tore down a childhood home again
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| Oh, nobody seemed to blink an eye
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| When they wanted you to pay to see the sky
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| Oh, I’m running out of time
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| And you’re still running for your life
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| These days I wish you could forget
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| When the broken glass cut open my arm and my chest
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| And you just held me down
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| As the needle went in and out
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| And Mum was retracing her steps
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| When the doctor asked her for a cigarette
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| A two-year-old child in a hospital bed
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| I will never run with glass again
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| Just like you said
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| «Don't be an idiot»
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| And I know that when you go
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| Part of me will go with you to the infinite unknown
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| And will stand at the edge of the divide
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| And I will hold your hand and together we’ll dive
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| And I will never meet a man
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| That can make me question like the way you can
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| A defender of freedom, an advocate for truth
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| I’m so proud that half of me grew from you
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| All the broken parts too
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| I’ve got you
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| And I will always hear your voice when I speak
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| And I will always see your face in me
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| And I will always hear your voice when I speak
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| I will always see your face in me
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| We never found the subway
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| We never found the subway
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| We never found the subway
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| Alright, I’m done |