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Roaming through shambles |
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Hand in hand |
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Our fingernails digging into palm |
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To indicate our first first reaction |
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Soaked my shoulder with your eyes |
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I run through my head |
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Without caution to find the words |
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To get you to stop |
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Sobbing I utter the phrases |
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Of what we will build back up |
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Won't make the same mistakes again |
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We will talk |
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Won't pull away when |
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One wants to show affection |
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Soaked your shoulder with my eyes |
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Overwhelmed by emotion |
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Overwhelmed with the feeling |
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That everything will be ok |
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Overwhelmed everyone will be |
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Take these new songs of youth |
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Because you are aware |
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Write new songs for youth |
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Because they rot inside. |
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It just showed up |
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Bags in hand, bags in hand. |
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It gives me chills |
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How easy I thought it would be. |
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So I let it in |
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Bags in hand, bags in hand... |
