| What will I find?
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| Some sacred thing to help me handle the tragedy?
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| Or did I once-Did I have it and lose it?
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| No one should ever have to walk through the fire alone
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| No one should ever have to brave that storm. |
| No
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| Everybody needs someone or something
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| And when I sing, don’t I sing your name out
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| Right at the same time that I sing my own?
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| Some days I swear I can feel you splitting the light through the window frame
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| The shapes it makes are always warmer, always brighter than the rest of what
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| comes through
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| Some days I swear I can hear you sing to me or whisper my name in the slightest
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| way
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| It’s like the warmest light now laid across my bedroom floor is somehow
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| actually you and not just sunlight
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| I have the memory climb down the balcony
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| I put a flower on the back of its dress
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| It’s probably best to forget it
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| It’s probably best to let go
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| I paint it the shade of where the skin and the lip meet
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| Only a moment after breaking the kiss. |
| And
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| I blur out everything else
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| That’s how I choose to remember it
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| Some nights are a lot like the days, I lay awake too late, I watch the shadows
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| casted
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| Trace your shape. |
| Those silver slivers on the wall then on the bedsheets
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| I hear your song in the trees. |
| I finally fall into rest
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| Often later when I’m sleeping you show up in my dreams
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| Just doing simple things, like buying groceries
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| And when I wake up I could swear you must’ve just left me
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| Like you got up to make breakfast or maybe just to get dressed
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| But the truth is, you were never there. |
| You won’t ever be
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| Sometimes I think I’m not either so what do I do
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| When every day still seems to start and end with you?
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| And you won’t ever know, you won’t ever see
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| How much your ghost since then has been defining me
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| I leave the memory up atop the balcony
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| I tear this flower from the back of the dress
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| It’s best this time, I bet, to just forget and let go
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| Paint it the shade of where the lip bleeds and blur it out
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| I blur out everything else, just blur out everything else
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| And let go, and let go, and let go
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| Everybody has to let go someday
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| Everybody has to let go
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| I wonder when I will. |
| I wonder
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| But if I still hear you singing in every city I meet
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| After I blur it all out, our every memory, if
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| You never fade with the days, your shape still haunting me then
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| Should I not just sing along?
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| Should I not just sing along?
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| I will sing sweetly hope that the notes change but
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| I do not need it to happen. |
| I’m not resigned to it. |
| And
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| If they never do I’ll sing your name in every line
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| Just like I did throughout this. |
| Just like I’ve always done
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| In every gun, the empty church, and every tortured son
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| In all those giving up. |
| In all those giving in
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| Until I die I will sing our names in unison
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| Until I die I will sing our names in unison |