| It’s a song of thanks, sung by a hack
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| When the reflection of yourself just won’t look back
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| It’s that panic you feel when you don’t know what to say
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| When everyone wants in and you want the subject to change
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| 'Cause I’ve been swallowed up and I’ve been split in two
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| And I’m not sure which is me and who I respond through
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| So notify my next of kin
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| And let them know there’s so much more to believe in
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| It doesn’t have to be based on blood
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| Because the next in line shouldn’t have to know
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| What they’re made of
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| This is survived by who held me up
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| This is survived by who sang the song
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| And that sense of purpose has made it all worth it
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| So write a song that everyone can sing along to
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| So when you’re gone you can live on, they won’t forget you
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| This is survived by a love
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| This is survived by a cause
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| That you aren’t the only who remembers what it was
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| This is survived by a love
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| This is survived by a wish
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| That you won’t let down who has attached themselves to it
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| This is survived by a love
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| This is survived by a fear
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| That all that’s left when said and done is words you will
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| Never ever hear |