| True and faithful are the wounds of a friend
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| Who keeps on praying that this war will end
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| My heart is broken and I need it to mend
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| Don’t you wanna talk about it?
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| You’re drinking water from a bitter well
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| Down on the beach, I see these broken shells
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| Paradise is falling, I’m surprised you can’t tell
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| Don’t you wanna talk about it?
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| A line is drawn (the fear of death)
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| A bridge is crossed (the savoire-faire)
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| A friend is gone (the ratty breath)
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| But is not lost (the falling hair)
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| I watch the sky (there is a grip)
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| I see a falling star (a vacant stare)
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| And I asked the Lord — I wonder where you are
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| Kingdoms of earth, they don’t mean nothing to me
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| I’d give my life if it would help you be free
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| This ain’t the way that God intends it to be
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| Don’t you wanna talk about it?
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| I called your lawyer, but he said you were gone
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| I didn’t see you 'cause your headlights weren’t on
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| You shut the door and faded into the dawn
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| Don’t you wanna talk about it?
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| A line is drawn (the fear of death)
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| A bridge is crossed (the savoire-faire)
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| A friend is gone (the ratty breath)
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| But is not lost (the falling hair)
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| I pray each night
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| I asked the Lord on high (a vacant stare)
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| Where you are — and I asked him why
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| Spoken:
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| Why must this go on? |
| This battle inside
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| That rages and rages like some restless tide
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| Over and over and over again
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| The flesh and spirit come against each other
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| But I love you my brother, my brother
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| I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
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| It goes on and on, this night does not end |