| It’s a horrible understanding
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| That we spend our days
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| Doing what we can to kill the pain
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| All the faith, it came decided with a phone call that reminded
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| That everyone we love will go away
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| It’s a horrible understanding
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| But still we try
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| To take the power from the time
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| With all the big plans we were making
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| We keep our eyes shut just to forget
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| That all that has become will one day end
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| Well My oldest friend
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| I’ve been wondering
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| Do you believe in whatever no living man will see
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| That there’s a place
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| Waiting for us in the place in the air above the trees
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| That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids are more than make
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| believe
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| Well I haven’t prayed in years,
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| But tonight I’m on my knees
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| And you were still a kid
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| On that silver street where you lived when you died too young,
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| 10 years before the spring were lost Mitch
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| It just gets harder to forget
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| I could feel his lips against my ear gently whisperin'
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| Oh my dearest friend
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| I’m still listening
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| Do you believe in whatever no living man will see?
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| That there’s a place waiting for us in the air above the trees
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| That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids were more than make
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| believe
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| Well I haven’t prayed in years
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| But tonight I’m on my knees
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| And though I haven’t prayed in years,
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| But tonight I’m on my knees
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| And I’m wondering
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| Do you believe?
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| In whatever no living man will see
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| That there’s a place waiting for us in the air above the trees |