| My grandfather lost his knee in the war
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| He never bothered to tell the story before
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| The memories were painful so I let it go
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| But he got older and his blood started to thin
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| He’d shrug his shoulders and didn’t know where to begin
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| With snow falling on bodies or slowly freezing
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| I never thought that I would sing along to all the songs I hated
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| What’s left for you and I when all of the remains are unrelated
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| But it’s not affecting me because I never kept them anyway
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| I’m driving faster there’s not a second to waste
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| I court disaster with every turn that I take
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| Know I shouldn’t be driving but I’m on the road
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| My grandmother hadn’t shed a tear
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| She told me stories of how she used to cower in fear
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| From fists raised up in anger and drunken beatings
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| I never thought that I would sing along to all the songs I hated
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| What’s left for you and I when all of the remains are unrelated
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| But it’s not affecting me because I know I loved him anyway
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| And god knows he loved me anyway
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| When you think about it, it’s not affecting me
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| Because I know I loved him anyway
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| And god knows he loved me anyway
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| And tonight I know this man is dead and gone
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| I’m in his chair listening to all of his favorite songs
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| Because the man I lost was the man I knew before I ever learned
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| That he had fires to light bridges to burn
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| I never thought that I would sing along to all the songs I hated
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| What’s left for you and I when all of the remains are unrelated
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| But it’s not affecting me because I know I loved him anyway
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| And god knows he loved me anyway
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| When you think about it, it’s not affecting me
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| Because I know I loved him anyway
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| And god knows he loved me anyway
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| When you think about it
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| It’s not affecting me
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| When you think about it
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| When you think about it |