| I remember when we were skin and bone, tough and cruel
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| but bruises brown and fade away
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| trinkets in a coat pocket stolen from kids at school
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| burned a hole and fed a shame
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| Someone should have told you that you’d always have a place to go
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| Oh, we thought you would have known
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| Someone should have told you that you’d never find yourself alone
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| Oh, we lost you to the snow…
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| I remember when we would hang about in hollow trees
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| new sounds, sitting smoking leaves
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| walking past boarded up windows gets you down
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| shit town, knew you couldn’t breathe
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| Someone should have told you that you’d always have a place to go,
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| Oh, I thought you would have known
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| Someone should have told you that you’d never find yourself alone,
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| Oh, we lost you to the snow
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| Or maybe you climbed out after all?
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| I didn’t wait around to see you fall
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| found you on facebook soft and warm
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| You must have known it… |