| Can someone please help me out?
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| Cuz I’ve been running in circles, finally lost myself
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| Self medicate out-loud
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| Did the whiskey shots, in the parking lot help?
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| I’ll stay if you’ll stay too
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| I’ve got my brother and we lean like fences
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| Can’t cry in this crowded room
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| I pulled hard enough, can’t get away from this
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| My stomach starts to rot with all the memories that I’ve missed
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| Can I be forgiven now, even though I spent years like this?
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| And the Gospel sang ‘Hallelujah" but I just miss ya
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| You taught me so many things, but until I learn how to grieve
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| You’re just asleep
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| I’ll stay if you’ll stay too
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| But I can hardly stand their faces
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| Heads all bowed in prayer searching in absence of salvation
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| There shouldn’t be strangers at these
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| You might be blood but that don’t make family
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| My spanish mother, glimpsing now her kids
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| She sees his legacy inside of everyone of them, she holds onto her ring
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| Knowing she’ll never love again
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| And the Gospel sang ‘Hallelujah" but I just miss ya
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| It was the first time you heard me sing, Their were people I’ve never seen
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| Consoling me
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| I don’t think I’ll sleep again
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| The cars backed up for miles, in this funeral procession.
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| Carried to rest, in sundays best, we buried him next to Mit
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| I’ll take apart again, everything I ever did, if it would bring you home again,
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| make us whole again
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| It was the first time you heard me sing, and for that I’m so sorry
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| It was the first time you heard me sing, for all my days you’ll sing with me.
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| And the gospel sang |