| It must have been a dream but it felt so real
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| Saw the wounds, heard the screams, thought about your last meal
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| How we ate like kings, how you led us all in grace
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| How nobody had forseen what would soon take place
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| And when everything went down
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| The silence you left was the strangest sound
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| Dangerous town but we all felt safe
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| Cause we knew that you slept with the angels now
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| Rumors keep coming in
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| A few thousand missing you just like me
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| People keep running into you
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| I’ve got a feeling that you might be alive
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| (Rat-a-tat-tat, bum bum bum bum
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| It’s the sound of a gat and the sound of a drum
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| But whatever you attach to is what you become
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| One plus one, double horizontal line one)
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| You might be alive
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| (Rata tat tat, bum bum bum bum
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| It’s the sound of a gat and the sound of a drum
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| But whatever you attach to is what you become
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| One plus one, double horizontal line one)
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| This is not fair, this is not pure, this is not right
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| Trust me, when it’s all over, you will see the light
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| Live by the sword, die by the sword, but Jesus Christ
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| We shot that motherfucker right between the eyes
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| I offer these thoughts on loss and having
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| You’re here but you’re not, you’re near but you’re not
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| I offer these thoughts on loss and having
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| You’re here but you’re not, you’re near but you’re not
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| Standing at the safety sleeve
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| These tingling feelings just won’t leave
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| I can’t sleep, anxiety dreams
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| I need a reprieve, I need caffeine
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| Set the stage, my mise-en-scene
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| My missing piece, I’ll be zombie
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| Walking the streets, haunted by beats
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| Who follow my lead by the loss that I bleed
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| Scream at the dark, but it’s off key
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| Bough breaks in this powerful breeze
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| I hold my breath that the hours would freeze
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| 'Til they tomorrows may bring
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| Squandered our time, didn’t know you would leave
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| And a part of me was lost in the sea
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| And the cost of this loss is: I found it in me
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| It’s in the place where my friends and my neighbors used to be
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| This is not fair, this is not pure, this is not right
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| Trust me, when it’s all over, you will see the light
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| Live by the sword, die by the sword, but Jesus Christ
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| We shot that motherfucker right between the eyes
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| I offer these thoughts on loss and having
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| You’re here but you’re not, you’re near but you’re not
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| I offer these thoughts on loss and having
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| You’re here but you’re not, you’re near but you’re not |