| Red and blue lights cover 75 like a train
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| Miles of cars, full of people with nothing to say
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| The sun’s out, you’d think that it’s just another November day
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| Oh and I can’t help but be mad, knowing I’ll leave and you’re gonna stay
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| They called me on the cell phone
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| Telling me there’s an officer down
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| And we prayed for a miracle, but you didn’t come back around
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| I’ve kissed you goodbye a thousand times
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| But never like I’m doing right now
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| Oh with twenty-one shots going up for the officer down
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| I begged you to throw out that t-shirt that I sleep in now
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| And badge number 457 is all over town
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| People keep asking if there’s anything they can do
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| But no one can give me back you
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| They called me on the cell phone
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| Telling me there’s an officer down
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| And we prayed for a miracle, but you didn’t come back around
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| I’ve kissed you goodbye a thousand times
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| But never like I’m doing right now
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| Oh with twenty-one shots going up for the officer down
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| I held ya tight when they told me it’s time to let go
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| And I know that somehow you knew that you weren’t alone |
| They called me and told me
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| It’s my officer down
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| And I talked to you and begged you, but you didn’t come back around
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| I’ve kissed you goodbye a thousand times
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| But never like I’m doing right now
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| Oh with twenty-one shots going up
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| I wish you had more time with us
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| 'Cause thirty-three years ain’t enough for the officer down |