| Can I still want her hate?
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| Remember her first steps
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| It’s astonishing to me
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| She grew so elegantly
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| Running fingers through her hair
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| She’s cold and I can’t leave her yet
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| My child, are you hearing me?
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| Put something in your stomach, try to breathe for me if you can
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| I can’t imagine all the grief you harbour in your head
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| You told me things haven’t been the same but then surely you’d make amends
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| I know you weren’t on the best of terms with her back then
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| Can it ever be the same
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| When we’re burdened by the weight of empty space?
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| The timpani roll off undead
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| Feel the walls of our home like insects
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| And those wings, they’re fluttering
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| (No, no, no, no)
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| You and me, forced to face eternity where she lay
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| The eternity boss and the eternity that awaits
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| And I know, I know you’re scared after death to retire to an empty room
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| Where there’s only the silence, everything you knew consumed
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| Can it ever be the same
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| When we’re burdened by the weight of empty space?
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| The timpani roll off undead
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| Feel the walls of our home like insects
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| And those wings, they’re fluttering
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| Can it ever be the same
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| We’re burdened by the weight of empty space?
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| The timpani roll off undead
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| Feel the walls of our home like insects
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| And those wings, they’re fluttering |