| Will the room be filled
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| And will anyone stand in line
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| Just to look down at the flowers in doubt
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| If we could ever learn to be more?
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| If this is it, this is it and count me out
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| Everyone is thought about
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| When your eyes closed in your best clothes
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| Will the ones you cherish be there to wish you well?
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| (In loving memory of)
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| Will you light a candle
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| And will you have time to grab
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| Some thread and a needle
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| And reap what you sow?
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| I’d sit up, I’d sit up and bleed in stereo
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| I’d sit up, I’d sit up and bleed in stereo
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| I’m so negative, what if I would be loved?
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| (In loving memory of)
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| So if it’s slow motion
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| The words would come out
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| And leave a bad taste in your mouth
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| That reminds you of how
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| It feels to be alive then wish me well
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| It will start without me
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| And you can’t wait
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| It’s complicated is an understatement
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| That I won’t have time for
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| I’m saying the things I thought through because
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| I wanted to be so much of a
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| Surprise to those who care
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| I’ll have a head start but I’ll see you there
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| (In loving memory of)
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| So if it’s, slow motion
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| The words would come out
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| And leave a bad taste in your mouth
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| That reminds you of how
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| It feels to be alive then wish me well
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| In loving memory of
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| I’d sit up, I’d sit up and bleed in stereo
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| In loving memory of
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| (I'd sit up, I’d sit up and bleed in stereo)
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| In loving memory of
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| (When the words come out and leave a bad taste in your mouth)
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| So if it’s, slow motion
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| The words would come out
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| And leave a bad taste in your mouth
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| That reminds you of how
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| It feels to be alive then wish me well
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| In loving memory of
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| In loving memory of |