| We dressed up for the funeral in our nicest borrowed clothes
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| I put on dress shoes that I stole and ran out
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| And we made way through the roundabouts of a gray suburban town
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| The snow was scattered on the ground and I thought
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| Before you left did you say all you wanted to?
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| Before you died did you do all you meant to do?
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| Could you look it in the eyes when it came for you?
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| Tell me how it ends
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| Cause you lived like a tightrope walker
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| While I was on a phone call somewhere else
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| When you fell I couldn’t catch you
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| I was getting drunk all by myself
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| And the hardest part was to show up here at all
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| As I listened to your eulogy from that priest you didn’t know
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| I half wrote letters to your nonexistent ghost
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| Hey Jazmine are you listening? |
| I know I never return calls
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| But if you’re there at all just tell me
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| Was it just the dope that failed you
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| Or did everything just let you down?
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| Is there a way I could have saved you
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| If I was there would you still be around?
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| The hardest things just can’t be known at all
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| I don’t know the whole truth
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| But I know a piece was buried with you |