| Faithful are the wounds when they’re from a friend
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| Harbinger of the end
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| Hour of redemption
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| Sitting here tonight in our earthly paradise
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| Thinking about all those who have come in and out of our life
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| Our beautiful house built of blood, sweat and rock
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| If only these walls could talk
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| Hold my hand, stretched to infinity and filled with memories
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| Walk with me down this dark hallway together in all that we have weathered
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| I can hear the bell ring somewhere in the distance
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| And deep within myself
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| I know that this too shall pass
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| I can hear the rain outside
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| The streets wet with regret
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| How easy it is to remember
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| How hard it is to forget
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| Old photographs are burned into ash
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| Let us toast the ghosts of our past
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| Come for me and comfort me in this moment of memories
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| In remembrance, these lovely bones of metaphors are the exquisite corpse of
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| friendship
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| I can hear the bell ring somewhere in the distance
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| And deep within myself
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| I know that this too shall pass
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| Let us remember this feeling as we sit in front of our home
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| For this house that we built, we built it alone
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| 10 years strong with heart, soul and pride
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| They tried to kill us but we have survived
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| I can hear the bell ring somewhere in the distance
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| And deep within myself
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| I know that this too shall pass
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| I can hear the bell ring somewhere in the distance
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| And deep within myself
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| I know that this too shall pass
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| In the end, we will continue to do what we do
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| Without them
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| But never, me without you |