| It was a dark night, when I heard the news
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| Rolled up my sleeves and walked
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| Like a landslide, overly abused
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| Yet told myself to call
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| Yes my mother, vaguely confused
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| She told me not to ball
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| Ball my eyes, ‘cause my eyes are red
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| With nothing left at all
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| So I gather, my composure
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| Head quickly for the door
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| But alarm bells ring, they ring louder now
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| Frequent the lady called
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| Called me her grandmother, I loved her so much more
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| Than nobody else, left on this earth
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| I’m in this state of awe
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| As we March through the madness
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| April was unclear
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| Suddenly it turned to sadness
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| Hopes turned into fears
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| And it was May, it was May, it was May, it was May
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| Guess it was a day, the day of reckoning
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| Six feet beneath us all
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| Yet we held on, held each other tight
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| Withstand this winter storm
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| ‘Cause we’re here now, yes we’re here now
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| Moments like this are raw
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| It’s my family tree planting it’s roots stronger than before
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| As we March through the madness
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| April was unclear
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| Suddenly it turned to sadness
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| Hopes turned into fears
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| And it was May, it was May, it was May, it was May
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| You left
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| You left
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| Without a chance to say
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| Without a chance to say goodbye at all
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| A chance to say goodbye at all
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| As we March through the madness
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| April was unclear
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| Suddenly it turned to sadness
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| Hopes turned into fears
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| And it was May, it was May, it was May, it was May |