| It’s cold in the living room on Lindenwood
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| It’s quiet around the table tonight
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| It’s half empty in this house
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| And this half don’t know what to do
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| Wesley why’d you have to leave us so soon
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| We keep stumblin' through the words to explain it all
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| We keep searching for the beauty in the dust
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| We keep telling ourselves
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| It was your time
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| Wesley why can’t you just be here tonight
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| The Glass is at the bedside
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| Keys are in the car
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| Your Shoes are on the staircase
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| And you beating in our hearts
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| Wesley why’d you have to leave us so soon
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| We keep waiting for your footsteps at the back door
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| We keep waiting for the punchline to the joke
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| We keep shedding these tears
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| And shouting at the moon
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| Wesley why’d you have to leave us so soon
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| The Glass is at the bedside
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| Keys are in the car
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| Your Shoes are on the staircase
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| And you beating in our hearts
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| Wesley why’d you have to leave us so soon |