| I remember the day
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| I carried my best friend to his grave
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| I put him back down into the earth
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| Into the soil from which we came
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| I never felt pain like this before
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| I never felt pain like this before
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| Have you ever wrapped your arms around the grave
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| Of a father who lost the son of his dreams
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| Life comes fast
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| But death comes faster
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| Any moment we could stand
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| Face to face with our master
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| This is nothing new
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| To all who breathe the same air
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| Step up to reality
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| Step down from your first-world misery
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| You’ve got breath in your lungs
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| And that’s potential to fight for
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| Many have been through worse than me
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| I’m not trying to compare our suffering
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| I just want to emphasize
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| Appreciation for family, friends, and life
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| Death is just shots fired in the dark
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| Chance is just shots fired in the dark As the night went on
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| His dinner grew colder
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| Just like his little sister
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| With no brother to hold her
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| And as the news poured out
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| On that night of dreadful wonder
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| All the color was stolen
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| From the lives of his father and mothers
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| Thanks for all the good times
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| And all the things you taught us
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| We will never forget you
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| Just like you never forgot us We’ll press on
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| We’ll press on
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| Oh how we wish you were here
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| We’ll press on
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| Oh how we wish you were here
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| We will press on
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| Oh how we wish you were here
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| We’ll press on
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| Oh how we wish you were here
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| We will press on |