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Everyone will sing songs of lost mothers |
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Every debt will be paid in the end |
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Lives lived will be brought back into focus |
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As each one looses the place where it begins |
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Please tell them |
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I said I'm sorry |
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I knew not all that |
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I did This message carried hopefully will carry |
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Much more weight than words of men down here |
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Feel your losses you'll know that it's |
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October Stretched out short days eat you from within |
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Lives lived brought back homeward |
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I'm leaving home again |
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Please tell me it's not the last time |
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Though that day awaits keep it far from here |
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There's still much work we've to get done |
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Your lighthouse is burning my travels clean |
