| Everyone’s missing
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| Everyone’s missing
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| Everyone’s missing
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| Everyone’s missing
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| But I’m still here
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| They saw that I missed you
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| They tried to replace you
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| Wires for tissue
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| But my vision’s clear
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| Keep our beauty hidden
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| Don’t steal it
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| A portal to wisdom
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| We see it
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| When everyone’s gone
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| Tell me what you gone do
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| And the memory’s strong
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| I know what you been through
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| Everything feels wrong
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| Like a tree with no fruit
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| If they made a blue print
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| Then I guess I’m brand new
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| Everyone’s missing
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| Everyone’s missing
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| Everyone’s missing
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| Everyone’s missing
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| But I’m still here
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| Voice of my mother
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| Look down at my brother
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| The image was obscure
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| And blurry from tears
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| Keep our beauty hidden
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| Don’t steal it
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| A portal to wisdom
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| We see it
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| So tell me
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| When everyone’s gone
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| Tell me what you gone do
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| And the memory’s strong
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| I know what you been through
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| Everything feels wrong
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| Like a tree with no fruit
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| If they made a blue print
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| Then I guess I’m brand new
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| So tell me where to go
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| Tell me where to go
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| Tell me where to go
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| Grief and mourning Kendo
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| Tragedies assemble
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| My eyes flood and tremble
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| Close the lid be gentle
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| It mocks me when I’m wishful
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| Grab my guts by the fistful
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| This loss is crude and simple
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| Hunt me down like a Bengal
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| Hands up still bang bang bang
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| Crowd control is non lethal
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| But an LRAD’s the exact same thing
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| Miles to go until «We the people»
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| Said earn respect like we used to
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| Had sharp suits and they spoke well
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| MLK was respectable
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| Still gunned down in that motel
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| I’m tired of vigils we been blowing the whistle
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| Straight homicide but then he gets acquittal
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| They say patience like it’s some kind of riddle
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| Ignoring the heat and just play the fiddle
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| This starship is my temple
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| Your jetlag is just mental
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| Wish I could switch the bodies
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| Take you out like Bento
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| When everyone’s gone
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| Tell me what you gone do
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| And the memory’s strong
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| I know what you been through
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| Everything feels wrong
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| Like a tree with no fruit
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| If they made a blue print
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| Then I guess I’m brand new
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| So tell me where to go
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| Tell me where to go
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| Tell me where to go |