| Slow, stale, breaths of air
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| Pace the floor from the couch to the stairs
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| I felt the world ripped from limb and it all went grey
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| Oh, I hear the sound from the sprawl
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| Another loss after spending all, we were numb, in pieces, missing more each day
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| We scrub the deepest stains
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| We scrub the saddest stains
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| You will radiate
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| The open field, to the city block
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| A final breath, a final thought
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| Became the sounder of thunder
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| I heard the sound of thunder
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| Give the weather a sign that you’re still here
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| Cloud the sky, put a chill in the air
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| Say you’re starting over
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| Strike the ground again, to show you’re still here
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| Strike the ground again, they were your years
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| The strike the ground again, with the flicker and the flame
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| You lived, you lived like lightning
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| Gave the kids with the best of something
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| There’s a piece of you in my head
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| I know you lived, you lived like lightning
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| The flicker and the flame
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| Some smoke, but the burn remains
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| It’s tragic ways we leave this tragic place
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| I write your name up on my wall and tried the words that never came
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| It’s tragic ways
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| You lived, you lived like lightning
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| Gave the kids with the best of something
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| There’s a piece of you in my head
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| I know you lived, you lived like lightning
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| The flicker and the flame
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| Some smoke, but the burn remains |