| It was twenty sixteen, Pittsburgh
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| Back of the bus when I first heard
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| Ma gave me the first word
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| Ambulance at the house, said she’s concerned
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| She goes to the door to investigate
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| Said it doesn’t look good, feel her hesitate
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| Medics worked and they tried to resuscitate
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| By the time they arrived it was too late
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| Was your breathing getting shallow?
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| Was the darkness getting darker?
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| While the demons that you hide from
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| Held you underneath the water
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| I’m at a loss for words but you know it
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| Did you make it out to mount St. Joseph?
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| I keep open doors that need closing
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| It’s done nothing but let the cold in
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| You know I wouldn’t mind
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| Coulda spent a little time
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| But I guess you made your mind up
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| Guess I’ll never know the why
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| Or the pain you had inside
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| But it really fucks me up that
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| You never said goodbye
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| You never said goodbye
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| You never said goodbye
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| (You never said, you never said)
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| You never said goodbye
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| (You never said, you never said) |