| June nineteenth
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| The weather report read heavy showers
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| Your car’s left headlight was still out
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| Yet you still took the risk
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| The dark draws in at five
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| Almost pitch black by six
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| The clouds, they slowly roll in
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| Our boy comes in from the cold
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| The sound of a lover’s quarrel, it fills the air around him
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| You turn and open the door
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| And grab his hand
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| Can you see the innocence in a child’s face?
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| I lost sight of it in the rear view
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| As you drove away
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| When will I see your face again?
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| They say the light that burns twice as bright
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| Burns for half as long
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| It was your light that burned the brightest
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| The brightest
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| The rain falls
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| It’s clouding your view, just like your anger
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| The road starts winding up ahead
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| But you’re too blind to see
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| You’ve got your foot to the floor
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| Your boy sits quietly
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| You never know how it feels to stare death in the face
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| Until you looked in his eyes
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| And you took the corner at forty-five
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| Where you lost control
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| The car stops rolling, your eyes open
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| There’s blood but you’re fine
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| Eerily silent, your boy’s still there but he’s not crying |
| In fact, he makes no noise at all
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| Your heart sinks to the floor
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| Frantically making the call
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| Ambulance came, try to resuscitate
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| But they’re too late
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| I heard a sadness in their voice
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| When they announced that date
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| No, there was nothing they could do
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| No, there was nothing they could say
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| He died on June nineteenth
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| Died on a Sunday
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| I’ll never forget how you sunk to your knees
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| How you sunk to your knees
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| I’ll always regret this
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| Your face bathed in sadness
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| I’ll always regret this
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| I am so sorry, I’ve made the worst mistake I could make
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| I let my anger be my guide and I lost my way
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| One selfish act has taken everything that I love
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| I’d give every part of myself to bring you back to us
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| Oh dear lover, I know that I won’t see you again
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| Oh dear child, I hope that you are safe in heaven
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| Oh dear lover, I know that I won’t be forgiven
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| Oh dear child, I wish it were my life instead
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| (They say the light that burns twice as bright
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| Burns for half as long
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| It was your light that burned the brightest
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| The brightest) |
| They say the light that burns twice as bright
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| Burns for half as long
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| It was your light that burned the brightest
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| The brightest
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| Oh dear lover, I know that I won’t see you again
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| Oh dear child, I hope that you are safe in heaven
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| Oh dear lover, I know that I won’t be forgiven
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| Oh dear child, I wish it were my life instead
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| Regret lingers in those eyes
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| Since you took the corner at forty-five |