| Everyone knows that Cancer
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| Takes bites of every family
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| And it eats up families whole
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| Dance around the issue
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| Take issue with the answers provided
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| The past few years radiate with treatment
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| But to every day she’ll put her cap on and greet them
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| She’s got demons, but you’ll never meet them
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| Yeah we hope one day that she can finally beat them all
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| She laughs for us
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| She laughs, so we don’t worry
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| She smiles through the pain
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| And keeps the details blurry
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| My intentions are not to expose
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| The depths of her trouble aren’t mine to disclose
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| But like evening rain on the petal of a rose
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| It drips down to the earth and begins to compose
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| And if there’s one thing that remains
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| So crystal clear to us
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| It’s that the wandering hands of the gods
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| Are so goddamn mysterious
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| Like there could be a justification
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| For the lives, it takes and the lives that it’s taken
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| This isn’t a eulogy
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| Or a requiem
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| Just some words I’ve sketched out
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| Cause I haven’t said them
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| This isn’t about her father or brother
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| Just a few simple words so she knows that I love her
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| And tragedy will never disaffect her
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| I hope she knows how much I respect her
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| My intentions are not to expose, in verse or in prose
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| The depths of her troubles aren’t mine to disclose
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| But like evening rain on the petal of a rose
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| It drips down to the earth and begins to compose
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| A song worth singing
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| A wound that keeps on stinging
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| And one sinking feeling
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| That’s always worth clinging onto
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| And a stone in a glass house
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| That’s always worth slinging
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| She laughs for us
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| She laughs, so we don’t worry
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| She smiles through the pain
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| And keeps the details blurry
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| My intentions are not to expose
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| The depths of her trouble aren’t mine to disclose
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| But like evening rain on the petal of a rose
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| It drips down to the earth and begins to compose
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| Saints walk the earth
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| They don’t patrol the skies
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| They’re the people right behind you
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| Riding tandem through the night
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| It’s the comfort that’s discovered
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| Between two sets of eyes
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| It’s the hand that stills the other
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| That shakes like candlelight
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| Like candlelight |