| I thought I felt you, and the sun was burning my skin
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| As I climbed the stairs to handshakes and embraces
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| I thought I saw you in the screens, or heard you in the speeches
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| Or maybe in the tears running down your best friends' faces
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| Take it in, one last look
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| We all hesitantly stood
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| Take a view, past the church pews
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| I was just staring at my shoes
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| But as expected, at the last second
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| Paper skin and bright white hair
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| I went looking for you, my friend
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| But you weren’t there
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| I guess you’re in the heavens
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| I guess you’re in the sky
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| I guess you won’t be coming back to say goodbye
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| More questions than answers
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| Your guess as good as mine
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| And though you’ve lived such a beautiful life
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| It doesn’t seem fair
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| When I went looking for you, my friend
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| You weren’t there
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| There were whiskey shots and dancing
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| Handouts with your name
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| We all kept our composure
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| Though the world would
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| Never, ever be the same
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| In this life the hits keep coming
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| Oh, our bodies wear and tear
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| I spent the evening circling, looking
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| For you, my friend
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| But you weren’t there
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| I guess you’re in the heavens
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| I guess you’re in the sky
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| I guess you won’t be coming back to say goodbye
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| More questions than answers
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| Your guess as good as mine
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| And though you’ve lived such a beautiful life
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| It doesn’t seem fair
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| When I went looking for you, my friend
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| You weren’t there |