| Dealing with demons got them feeling secluded
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| And muted without a clue how to heal them
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| We call them in our confusion to hear that they miss us
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| But I fear that this sickness well it’s mirror depicted
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| Leave us here with no witness
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| And though it’s clear as forgiveness what’s in us is our own secrets
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| We frequently swallow regrets
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| And follow tomorrows events with hollow hours of sleep
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| The sorrow borrowed was deep and now it’s on us to keep
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| Throwing flowers out at their feet
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| What started as darkness found its way through the anger
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| First we viewed it as heartless from the mood of a stranger
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| Now it’s newly upon us for every night has it’s dawning
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| These are the feelings you go through
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| When you fight through the mourning
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| Couldn’t force them to live found remorse in a sieve
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| We are more then our death need a force to forgive
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| Higher forces at play shinning as the source of our day
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| Keep us reminded of our timing and how often it change
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| Every single day I watch time pass by
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| Watch a man fall
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| Choose to fly
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| How could you take what you haven’t invented
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| Yet at the beginning you ended it
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| We could have laughed we could have mended it
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| You could have asked before you attempted it
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| Now forgetting it isn’t an option
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| But I’m letting you out of that coffin
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| Remembering you as a friend
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| As someone I love and think of too often
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| When I drink to get lost or when I think of the cost
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| Make me a cross now it’s over and done
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| Sober me up in the sun then take me across
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| To a day where you’re a good memory
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| And the pain is as good as a melody
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| And I play it as if you were telling me
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| This is how you should remember me
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| Just tell them we couldn’t hate them we hated we couldn’t save them
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| The weight of it all was living forgive them
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| The way it ate them was hidden like face paintings
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| We trace statements and place blame
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| Staying patient on the days we can’t change
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| Grateful for what they gave us
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| Those days will always be famous
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| And though they have flown away
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| We know it’s not to where their grave is
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| In our hearts is where they take us
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| The oddities that make us
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| Searching for our God in the chaos
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| Every single day I watch time pass by
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| Watch a man fall
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| Choose to fly
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| When your mind is racing facing the trouble of a dead friend
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| Struggling with dead ends you gotta cut a new path
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| Save the day’s they left with you and everything they meant to you
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| Plant it in the dust they left and trust it to make new grass |