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What happened to my brother |
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The life in his eyes |
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Did something shake his brain |
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On that long bus ride? |
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What happened to my brother |
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Swear he had my mother's face |
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What I'd give to find him |
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Hold him in a long embrace. |
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What happened to his body |
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Why's he look so white and empty? |
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When he shows up at my door |
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Just don't know him. |
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Used to sit and talk for days |
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Now he lays there in a haze |
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'Till some tiny little nothing |
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Triggers psychotic eruption |
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What happens when he's sleepin' |
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Why's he wake up cryin' and screamin' |
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Knockin' into walls and runnin' |
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Like hungry animals are comin' |
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To gnaw his bones, lap up his blood |
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From a ditch bank in the mud |
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Leave his scarecrow in the sticks |
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For the black birds |
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And the blue jays to pick |
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For the nature to encroach |
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For the wanderers to approach |
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For the snow and autumn leaves |
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To be buried underneath |
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For the rivers to rise |
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Wash him out into the tides |
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What happened to my brother |
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Used to have his pick of lovers |
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A whole array of pretty ones |
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My brother was a silver son |
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A heavyweight |
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A head boy |
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A frontman, a waterfall |
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A stoic prince |
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Not the second |
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But the first violin |
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So forget the viola |
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So forget the cello |
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So forget the violin |
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He's up, he's up, he's up in his room |
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Gone solo |
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He used to dazzle us |
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Leave a trail of magic dust |
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At the end of every joke |
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We would laugh so hard we'd choke |
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He could turn over a stone |
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Find an endless swell of poems |
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Used to bring the sweetest gifts |
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We went to him to be uplifted |
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For inspiration, friendship |
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We needed love, we needed tips |
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Oh how I miss, how I miss |
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My brother I miss |
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You ask me what's he do |
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He swallows reds, he swallows blues |
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Stares off in the night sky |
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You ask me what's he do |
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So forget the viola |
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So forget the cello |
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So forget the violin |
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He's up, he's up, he's up there |
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Laying low |
