| Wondering what you’d say if you were here
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| May just be some harsh and biting joke
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| Told with a love meant to inspire
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| A self-reflecting glance into the soul
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| I know that I could count upon a welcome
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| But what exactly would you say to me
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| If you knew that I was having trouble coping
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| With the questions your departure seems to leave
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| But I think I might know what you’d wanna say
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| Give em hell for me
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| Dry your stupid eyes, you big baby
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| You should give em hell for me
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| Don’t you ever take it too seriously
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| Lucky to have come to know you
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| As much as it pains me to say
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| But still too unbelievable to fathom
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| That we won’t get at least another day
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| Plenty of us left to rally for you
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| We plan to play for Harper June in June
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| And as we’re fading in the tribute
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| You’d probably be slightly unamused
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| Give em hell for me
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| Dry your stupid eyes, you big baby
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| You should give em hell for me
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| Don’t you ever take it too seriously
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| Oh
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| Out on that mistry road
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| We’ll burn it down til the morning
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| And we’ll never hear you say
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| Not even once that you were wrong
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| So we’ll give em hell for you
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| And we’ll dry our crying eyes
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| And we’ll try not to be such a dummy
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| And we’ll give em hell
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| Oh, give em hell
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| Oh, give em hell
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| You know, you know,
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| you know i will give em hell |