| String of lights on the door
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| Welcome back to your life
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| This is worth living for
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| There’s so much left in store
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| And we don’t
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| Get to choose
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| Who we get to love
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| Or who it is we’re gonna lose
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| Or what breaks our heart in two
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| But no one really dies if the love remains
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| Cause nothing that dies really goes away
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| See grief it’s just like glitter
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| It’s hard to brush away
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| Bright light and it still shimmers
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| Like it was yesterday
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| And if falls like confetti
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| All of the memories explode like a hand grenade
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| And it’s sweet and it’s bitter
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| Grief it’s like glitter
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| Oh what a mess it makes
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| What a mess it makes
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| Past denial and the rage
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| The what if and the praying on the hardest days
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| You accept what you can’t change
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| No one really dies if the love remains
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| Cause nothing that dies really goes away
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| See grief it’s just like glitter
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| It’s hard to brush away
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| Bright light and it still shimmers
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| Like it was yesterday
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| And if falls like confetti
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| All of the memories explode like a hand grenade
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| And it’s sweet and it’s bitter
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| Grief it’s like glitter
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| Oh what a mess it makes
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| What a mess it makes
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| I think life’s a party
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| Something you should celebrate
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| Some people leave early
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| And others get to stay
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| And hearts they burst like fireworks
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| At the end of the parade
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| See grief it’s just like glitter
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| It’s hard to brush away
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| Bright light and it still shimmers
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| Like it was yesterday
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| And it falls like confetti
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| All of the memories explode like a hand grenade
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| And it’s sweet and it’s bitter
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| Grief it’s like glitter
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| Oh what a mess it makes
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| What a mess it makes |