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I still remember that day in December |
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When you pretended to fall on the stairs |
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You said you were scared that the top of your head |
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Was open and bared itself to the air |
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I can cry if I try |
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But I lie awake at night |
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You said that you tripped on a box that he shipped |
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Before he committed himself to the war |
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I was at work and believed you were hurt |
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'Til I saw that dirt from a hole in the yard |
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I was still crying and you were still lying |
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The following morning out there in the hall |
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Where it was painful to watch you arrange |
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Those portraits you painted of my brother Paul |
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I can cry if I try |
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But I lie awake at night |
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I can't believe that I was deceived |
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That day we received that present from Paul |