| We stayed up so late that night
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| I can still hear the words that you said
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| You told me we’d have no secrets
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| And that you weren’t afraid of death
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| But before we can be honest with each other
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| We need to stop lying to ourselves
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| Because if you’re not afraid to die
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| Then you must have never really felt alive
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| So when the dirt replaces the sky
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| And our bodies get eaten alive
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| Will your friends be too brave to cry?
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| 'Cause they’re not scared that everything dies
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| My father rarely shows emotion
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| It’s just not the way he was raised
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| But as his mothers memory wasted away
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| Saw the pain in his face, in his face
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| Her husband still says he is proud of me in everything that I do
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| And that’s something I’ll never lose
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| So when the dirt replaces the sky
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| And our bodies get eaten alive
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| Will your friends be too brave to cry?
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| 'Cause they’re not scared that everything dies |