| Our hearts bleed like stone
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| So we lie until our sorrow is deeper than a dried well
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| But the real grief comes only at the end
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| How many times did we leave the fallen behind
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| To drag ourselves into an early grave
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| How many promises did we really have to break
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| To finally break our own petrified shame
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| We row this grim river to say goodbye
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| That shadowed delta was that last farewell
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| To have known you, the most I could ever ask
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| To have you walk by my side
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| «I will try… I will try and walk alone»
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| We get to spend time with our loved ones only once
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| Yet we often bid farewell in haste
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| This time I will say I am sorry for all those times I did not
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| Please forgive me
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| We row this grim river to say goodbye
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| That shadowed delta was that last farewell
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| To have known you, the most I could ever ask
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| To have you walk by my side
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| We row this grim river to say goodbye
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| That shadowed delta was that last farewell
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| To have known you, the most I could ever ask
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| To have you walk by my side
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| We row this grim river to say goodbye
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| We row this grim river to say goodbye |