| Spent the day alone cutting roses back to root
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| Tend to the telephone 'cause I was expecting you
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| Saying the words aloud
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| It doesn’t register at all
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| Standing in silence as I absorb the violence of the call
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| How do you tell a child?
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| When is the time for news like this?
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| A friend whose heart was kind now just seems to not exist
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| Lessons I can’t erase haunting my calendar at home
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| If there’s a better place, here’s hoping peace will find his soul
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| Grieve in destructive ways
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| Crawl in a bottle filled with smoke
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| One can’t participate
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| She has to bear her tears alone
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| A baby on the way
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| A tiny silver string of light
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| She’ll never know today and how he had to say goodbye |