| Standing in this room
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| Well I wonder what comes now
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| I know I have to help her
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| But hell if I know how
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| And all the things that I’ve been told
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| About how grieving goes
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| The truth of it is no one really knows
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| And every day this act we act gets more and more absurd
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| And all my fears just sit inside me, screaming to be heard
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| I know they won’t, though, not a single word
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| I was there at her side
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| When she called, when she cried
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| How could she leave me on my own?
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| Will it work, this cure?
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| There’s no way to be sure
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| But I’m weary to the bone
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| And whenever she goes flying
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| I keep my feet right on the ground
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| Oh now I need a lift
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| And there’s no one around
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| Ohhh
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| Ahhh oooh
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| And I’ve never had to face the world without her at my side
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| Now I’m strolling right beside her as the black hole opens wide
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| Mine is just a slower suicide
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| I’ve been here for the show
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| Every high, every low
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| But it’s the worst we’ve ever known
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| She’s been hurt and how?
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| But you can’t give up now
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| 'Cause she shouldn’t be alone
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| And you shouldn’t be alone |