| We all knew that he did not stand a chance
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| The wrong tunes and clothings, piercings and the tats
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| Why he stayed so long, we’ll never know
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| A cancer was spreading that no doc could find
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| It skips past the body, straight into the mind
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| The déjà vu gets thicker every time
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| When reunions turn to chats around a coffin
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| How are we supposed to carry on
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| I come back home stewing with questions again
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| My way to deal is booze and an pen
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| The ink it shakes so lightly on the page
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| The hike has now ended, the hill was too steep
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| It throws me some comfort you now get to sleep
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| When anger fades, here comes the jealousy
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| When reunions turn to chats around a coffin
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| How are we supposed to carry on
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| 'Not you too', screams in my head from mandatory vacation
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| The tide was much too strong
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| And as he reached for his whiskey
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| Unaware 'twas his last
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| His hand shook from the tremble
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| Of a faded hourglass
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| When reunions turn to chats around a coffin
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| How are we supposed to carry on
|
| 'Not you too', screams in my head from mandatory vacation
|
| The tide was much too strong
|
| And as he reached for his whiskey
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| Unaware 'twas his last
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| His hand shook from the tremble
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| Of a faded hourglass |