| I saw my brother the other day
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| He came around just to say
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| I’ve dug up my guns to take daddy out
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| The son of a gun
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| I said hey man that’s not your style
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| But I admit it’s been a while
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| And it’s true most of us
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| Don’t keep their word
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| All the times that I fought through
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| I realize you’ve been there too
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| But I know just what I want this time
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| It’s forgiving and living here without you
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| But he said well I’ve been hurt enough
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| You know I’ve never really spoken up
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| So take my ring brush it off
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| Don’t need it no more
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| I said be careful of your heart
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| You know it’s a work of art
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| Remember time is allowed
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| To clean it all up
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| All the times that you fell through
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| Drowning in the darkness too
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| Now I know just what we need to do
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| It’s called forgiving and living here without you
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| All the tears I never know
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| All the hell that you put us through
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| And I can’t remember missing you
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| Forgiving
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| All the tears I never know
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| All the hell that you put us through
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| I don’t know if I’m capable of
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| Forgiving and living here without you |