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(ian hunter) |
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(transcribed by justin purington) |
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Once upon a time |
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Not so long ago |
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People used to stand and stare |
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At the spider with the platinum hair |
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They thought you were immortal |
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We had our ups and downs |
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Like brothers often do |
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But i was there for him |
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He was always there for me |
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And we were there for you |
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How can i put into words |
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What my heart feels? |
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It's the deepest thing |
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When somebody you love dies |
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I just wanted |
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To give something back to you |
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Gift to gift |
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Michael, michael picasso good night |
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You used to love our house |
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You said it was relaxing |
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Now i walk in the places you walk |
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I talk in all the spaces you talk |
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It still hasn't sunk in |
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Are the words real |
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That come into my head |
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On a morning walk? |
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Do the shadows |
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Play tricks with my mind? |
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For it feels like |
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Nothing has changed |
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But i know it has |
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Michael, michael picasso |
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Good night |
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Heal me |
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Won't you |
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Heal me? |
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Nothing lasts forever |
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Set me free |
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Heal me |
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Won't you |
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Heal me? |
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I'm the one who's left here |
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Heal me |
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Heal me |
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Heal me |
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You turned into a ghost |
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Surrounded by your pain |
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And the thing that i liked the least |
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Was sitting 'round hasker street |
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Lying about the future |
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And we all sit |
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In a room full of tears |
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On a windy day |
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And i looked out |
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But none of these words seem right |
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I just wanted |
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To give something back to you |
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Gift to gift |
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Michael, michael picasso |
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Good night |
