| Eleven five, ninety-four, six thirty, morning
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| Woke up panicked, sweating, with a mouth full of vomit
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| No idea what could be wrong
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| Blew it off as this illness was common
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| Went back to sleep, then the phone rings
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| Fell to the ground
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| As the news was haunting… haunting
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| Lazarus ended his life, ungodly sacrifice, no reason why
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| Eleven eight, ninety-four, six thirty evening
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| The first time we’re seeing Lazarus unconscious
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| Dressed in the clothes he loved
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| Laid out with all of his favorites
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| The tears of so many friends
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| Looked around and this view was haunting… haunting
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| Lazarus ended his life, ungodly sacrifice, no reason why
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| Never had an explanation
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| Never had a chance to watch Lazarus rise
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| Never had a chance to thank him
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| Never had an explanation
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| Never had a chance to say goodbye
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| Lazarus ended his life, ungodly sacrifice, no reason why
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| Never had a chance to say goodbye |