| Well I’m learning to make
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| This a permanent feeling
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| I guess this
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| Is how the living start
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| Learning about dying
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| And this knot is interior
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| In this house and in these bones
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| But who am I to say?
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| I miss you all the same
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| And the blood in your veins
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| The earth and the debris that I haul
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| Feel the weight of it all
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| I swear it away
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| You’ll remember me
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| I swore it away
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| You’ll remember me
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| Walk it out to the burn pile
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| All the debris I haul
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| Feel the weight of it all
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| You’ll remember me
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| But who am I to say?
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| The blood of our youth
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| Is the blood in our veins
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| The earth and the debris that I haul
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| Feel the weight of it all
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| Well I swear it away |