| I look around as I stand in line
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| I see so many people from years gone by
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| But no one speaks we just smile and nod
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| And look at the floor with our hands in our pockets
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| As I fidget and play with my tie
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| Don’t look them in the eye and you might not cry
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| So much love is unusual
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| But why’s it gotta be at a funeral
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| This once for the Aces
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| They pulled me out of my darkest places
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| They showed me kindness and showed me love
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| And I never said thank you the way I should’ve
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| And now my little brother passed on
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| I had a lot to say but I waited too long
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| So I’ll try to reach him with a song
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| Dear Mitchell, We all miss you
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| Thank you for the good times
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| And the laughter through the hard times too
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| I wanted to protect you since you were a kid
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| Just like Jonas, Dave and Vigs
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| But now I know it don’t work like that
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| We gotta be honest with the time we got
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| I’ll close my eyes and think of those who’ve gone
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| And sing it loud so they feel this song
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| Woah Our brothers coming home
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| Make sure you welcome him back to the ocean where we all belong
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| To much better things, a side of life we’ve never known
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| Woah Our brothers coming home
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| So make a place for him and wait for him right there with open arms
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| And tell him that I said thank you |