| There is suffering too terrible to name
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| You hold your child as tight as you can
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| Then push away the unimaginable
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| The moments when you’re in so deep
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| Feels easier to just swim down
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| And so they move uptown
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| And learn to live with the unimaginable
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| I spend hours in the garden
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| I walk alone to the store
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| And it’s quiet uptown
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| I never liked the quiet before
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| I take the children to church on Sunday
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| A sign of the cross at the door
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| And I pray
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| That never used to happen before
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| If you see him in the street walking by himself
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| Talking to himself, have pity
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| You would like it uptown, it’s quiet uptown
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| He is working through the unimaginable
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| His hair has gone grey, he passes every day
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| They say he walks the length of the city
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| You knock me out, I fall apart
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| Can you imagine?
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| Look at where we are
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| Look at where we started
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| I know I don’t deserve you
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| But hear me out, that would be enough
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| If I could spare his life
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| If I could trade his life for mine
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| He’d be standing here right now
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| And you would smile
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| And that would be enough
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| I don’t pretend to know
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| The challenges we’re facing
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| I know there’s no replacing what we’ve lost
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| And you need time
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| But I’m not afraid
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| I know who I married
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| Just let me stay here by your side
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| And that would be enough
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| If you see him in the street, walking by her side
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| Talking by her side, have pity
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| Do you like it uptown? |
| It’s quiet uptown
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| He is trying to do the unimaginable
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| If you see him walking in the park, long after dark
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| Taking in the sights of the city
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| Look around, look around, look around
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| They are trying to do the unimaginable
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| There are moments that the words don’t reach
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| There’s a grace too powerful to name
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| We push away what we could never understand
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| We push away the unimaginable
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| They are standing in the garden
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| Standing there side by side
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| She takes his hand
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| It’s quiet uptown
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| Forgiveness, can you imagine?
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| Forgiveness, can you imagine?
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| If you see him in the street, walking by her side
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| Talking by her side, have pity
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| Look around, look around
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| They are going through the unimaginable |