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he drives down the highway from the city |
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hearing nothing as the radio plays on |
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headed to a room of strangers |
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they'll shake hands |
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and pretend to know why she's gone |
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we all lie to ourselves |
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we all make our own hell |
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we all lie to ourselves |
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don't we feel anymore |
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we pull the pin and ignite |
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all the pain we invite |
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till the end of our life |
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let this hell be our light |
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I'll put my hand upon his shoulder |
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say I'm sorry for his loss and he'll believe me |
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he's heard those words so many times before |
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they have no meaning |
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but he's only grieving for himself |
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like everyone |
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we pull the pin and ignite |
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all the pain we invite |
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till the end of our life |
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let this hell be our light |
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it's over now |
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she's in the ground |
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but we will never be the same |
