| At Babak’s school, there is a 3D printer
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| And he prints out a model of the tumor
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| That was surgically removed from his back this winter
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| In its rugged gray plastic, it looks lunar
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| He puts the tumor in his breast pocket
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| As we head out for a beer
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| It’s been a long, hard year
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| For a friend who’s not sure if he’s close enough
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| To be allowed to care or just be there
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| To include you in his evening prayer
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| How I prayed that I could stop the pain
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| When the pain needed more than ibuprofen
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| How I prayed that I could take away your worries
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| When they ran deeper than the West Pacific Ocean
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| He puts the tumor on our table
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| Says, «So, this is what caused all my fears»
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| It’s been a long, hard year
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| For a friend who’s not sure if he’s close enough
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| To be allowed to care or just be there
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| To include you in his evening prayer
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| Last orders, the waitress slides
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| Down from her bar stool
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| Looks at the tumor, says, «What is this?»
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| «It looks kinda cool»
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| Babak’s okay despite what he’s been through
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| But he sees I’m made uneasy by the model he’s done
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| He says, «It's helped me a lot to have a friend like you
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| When I saw you worry, I knew I had to be strong»
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| He gives the tumor to the waitress
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| Says, «Give my friend here a beer»
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| It’s been a long, hard year
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| I just wasn’t sure if we were close enough
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| But I want you to know how much I cared
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| That you were in my evening prayer
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| I want you to know that you were in my prayer
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| I want you to know that you were in my prayer |