| Can you hear me?
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| I never learned your name 'til it was painted with flames
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| I’m told I’ll see you again
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| But if this is the end, tell me if you would say
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| That nothing really matters
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| Nothing really matters
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| Have you found what you needed?
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| Are the gates so glistening and painted with gold?
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| Would you say that the classroom desks resemble the throne?
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| 'Cause your friend burst in tears when he saw yours alone
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| Would you say that nothing really matters?
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| Nothing really matters
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| Nothing really matters
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| Nothing really matters
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| I hope I see you in Heaven
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| Heaven
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| I liked your sister’s speech
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| I couldn’t help but see her as my own
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| The way that she said she’d help you pick out your clothes
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| Or when she’s off to college you’d hang out in her room
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| Made it sound like you were in heaven on earth
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| Didn’t get it, why’d you go to the real one?
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| To the real one
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| Made us all in heaven on earth
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| I don’t get it, why’d you go to the real one?
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| To the real one
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| I hope I see you in Heaven
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| Heaven
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| I pray that you find the peace that you’re looking for
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| Rain from your headache stops seeping under the door
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| Last time I saw you was in the back of a Cadillac
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| I walked away, turned my back
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| Please don’t let it be the—
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| I pray that you find the peace that you’re looking for
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| Rain from your headache stops seeping under the door
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| Last time I saw you was in the back of a Cadillac
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| I walked away, turned my back
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| Please don’t let it be the—
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| I pray that you find the peace that you’re looking for
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| Rain from your headache stops seeping under the door
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| Last time I saw you was in the back of a Cadillac
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| I walked away, turned my back
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| Please don’t let it be the—
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| Please don’t let it be the last time
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| Don’t let it be the last time
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| Don’t let it be the last time
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| Oh, don’t let it be the last time |