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In returning to the scene of a fatal accident |
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The glass on the ground holds evidence |
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Of all that went wrong, of all that was missed |
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So sorry I missed |
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Can you hear me, the voice inside your ear |
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Can you feel me, the wind that chills your tears |
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And all of this times we wasted was lost inside of this |
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Can you hear me, the noise that brought you here |
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I remember all the times |
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I was blind behind the wheel |
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The sharp screaming sound, the pain |
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I would feel |
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From all I had lost, from all |
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I had killed |
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So sorry I killed |
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The blood will dry on the pavement |
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All of my wounds will heal |
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The wreckage will fall to the wasteland |
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All will be quiet and still |
