| Oh what these, these aren’t tears
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| It’s just the rain that wasn’t brave enough to fall
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| And what they hear isn’t laughter after all
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| It’s just your voice learning for once to stand up tall
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| And when the rain came down
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| I made a vow out to the gods
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| Please let her live just one more day
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| Cos she is so much more than all her scars
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| And if she doesn’t have the will
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| But it seems the world does I’ll stay because
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| I will be the man my father never was
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| And what you hear is not silence
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| It’s just the trees waiting to hear what next you’ll hum
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| And what you see is not the dark
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| It’s just the gods upturning inkpots
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| Cos they know what you’ll become
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| And to those gods I will speak bluntly
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| We’ve an accord
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| If you ever touch or harm him
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| Please rest assured
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| That you might not fear a man
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| But to a woman by the end you’ll kneel and plea
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| Cos I’m more than what my mum told me to be
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| And I can hear her sing
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| And I know she’s giving up
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| And I don’t know what to do, how to help her
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| How to bring her home
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| And I can hear him break
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| And he doesn’t understand
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| And I wish that I could take his hand
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| But where I’m going is for me and me alone
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| And I can hear her sing
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| If I don’t make it back from where I’ve gone
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| Just know I loved you all along
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| If I don’t make it back from where I’ve gone
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| Just know I loved you all along |