| Well I watched your black tied family
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| Rise up from graves near cemeteries
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| That I have not been to since you goodbye
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| And I drank another simile
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| And compared your Jesus to a thief
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| He took my bones and turned them into bread.
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| Cause I can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones.
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| I was scared to call your mother
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| For news that you weren’t getting better
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| Well my God, what the hell am I supposed to do?
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| And I ran off and ran on to something
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| That I swore was everything but beautiful
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| I only say that word for you
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| Cause I can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones.
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| And I can feel your pain, deep in my bones, deep in my bones.
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| And hallelujah to the one in our bones
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| And hallelujah to the one that we love |