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It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen |
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That I bought those pills |
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I thought I would need |
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And I wrote a letter to my family |
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Said it's not your fault |
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And you've been good to me |
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It's just lately I've been feeling |
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Like I don't belong |
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Like the ground's not mine to walk upon |
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And I've heard that music |
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Echo through the house |
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Where my grandmother drank |
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By herself |
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And I sat watching a flower |
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As it was withering |
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I was embarrassed by its honesty |
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So I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face |
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Not this fucking wreck |
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That's taken its place |
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So please forgive what I have done |
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No you can't stay mad at the setting sun |
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Cause we all get tired, I mean eventually |
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There is nothing left to do but sleep |
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But spring came bearing sunlight |
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Those persuasive rays |
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So I gave myself a few more days |
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My salvation it came, quite suddenly |
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When Justin spoke very plainly |
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He said "Of course it's your decision, |
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But just so you know, |
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If you decide to leave, |
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Soon I will follow" |
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I wrote this for a baby |
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Who has yet to be born |
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My brother's first child |
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I hope that womb's not too warm |
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Cause it's cold out here |
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And it'll be quite a shock |
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To breathe this air |
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To discover loss |
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So I'd like to make some changes |
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Before you arrive |
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So when your new eyes meet mine |
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They won't see no lies |
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Just love. |
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Just love. |
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I will be pure |
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No, no, I know I will be pure |
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Like snow, like gold |
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Like snow, like gold |
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Like snow, like snow |
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Like gold, like gold, like gold |
