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Don't even know if I can write this song |
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Caught on a beam between right and wrong |
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Got to keep forward, keep straight |
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For the sake of why we stay awake all night long |
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It's not up for interpret |
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Paranoid of exploiting the verdict |
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But in the same breath |
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I got thoughts that I want to express and let surface |
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This ain't for props or the pop culture |
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It's about a balloon that got punctured |
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The sunshine's fun till it burns someone |
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And we all got burnt that summer |
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She was sixteen |
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Another young angel with clipped wings |
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She came to the shows, but I never met her |
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Don't even know if she was listening |
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That night, we lost a supporter |
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That night, somebody lost a daughter |
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He raped and killed her at the venue |
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Can't comprehend what her friends must have went through |
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That night, the sun went dark |
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Now watch everyone on the tour bus fall apart |
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That night, Lord have mercy |
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The music died that night in Albuquerque |
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Stop, it can't be true right? |
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This type of real doesn't happen to you right? |
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Cresent, Murs, Dibbs, Jaybird |
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I want go home now and start a new life |
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Wish I could protect the kids |
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I guess safety is hit or miss |
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With a prior convicted sex offence against |
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A four year old, why we let you live? |
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Don't know what I'm trying to write |
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But there's a part of me that keeps dying at night |
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And when I think about her mother |
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I become another number that wants you to suffer |
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You're locked up for now |
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You have no more chances to steal the children's laughs |
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And if you ever find God |
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Better pray to her and ask that we never cross paths |
