| These were the ones that could have saved us both
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| But you said them
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| Far too late
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| Of all the words you said
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| These could’ve kept the shadows
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| Of my family
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| From the ground on which I’m walking
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| And if I’d only been told the truth
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| Facts based on something that
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| I could touch
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| Things would be all different now
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| Of all the words you said
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| These were the ones that could have saved us both
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| You said them
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| Far too late
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| And if I’d only been told the truth
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| Facts based on something that
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| I could touch
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| Things would be all different now
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| And I wouldn’t have to lie
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| As I see truth in their eyes
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| Thoughts that I have had
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| On my way down to see them
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| There’d still be the loss
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| That we knew when we were kids
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| And I wouldn’t have to lie
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| When say I’m just fine
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| And still know how to dance
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| Away what was bad
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| Still holding on to
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| The thoughts that stay false
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| And bound to a promise
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| I don’t wish to keep
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| One hand in the ruins
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| Something
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| Once was my home
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| Once was my own
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| Bound to a promise
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| I don’t wish to keep
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| One hand in these ruins
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| Is something that I could touch
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| And still know how to dance
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| I’d still know how to dance away what was bad… |