| Breath it out
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| Close your eyes
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| It’s finally taking over
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| Silence falls
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| In the room
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| I wanna keep this moment
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| Like a bottle of perfume
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| ‘Cause I’m terrified
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| That those wrinkles by your eyes
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| Will become blurry lines
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| In a couple of years from now
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| When I’m thinking of your face
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| And suddenly it fades from me
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| 15 good years
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| We couldn’t be much closer
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| But if you’re gone
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| And I’m here
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| I’m not just somebody’s daughter, now
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| Your heart is slowing down
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| Like a train pulling in to the station
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| I’m about as helpless as
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| Those empty bottles of medication
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| And there’ll come a time
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| When I’m dressed in white
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| And a space by my side
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| Should’ve been filled by you
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| But I’ll be thinking of your face
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| And hoping that you’re thinking of me, too
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| 15 good years
|
| We couldn’t be much closer
|
| But if you’re gone
|
| And I’m here
|
| I’m not just somebody’s daughter, now
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| You gave me life
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| Guess I thought you’d be a mother
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| Those Brisbane lights
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| They’re shining for you
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| Your lungs are black
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| Your body’s fading grey
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| But everything is blinding me, now
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| 15 good years
|
| We couldn’t be much closer
|
| But if you’re gone, and I’m here
|
| I’m not just somebody’s daughter
|
| 15 good years
|
| Those Brisbane lights
|
| They’re shining for you
|
| But if you’re gone, and I’m here
|
| I’m not just somebody’s daughter, now |