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What will I find?
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Some sacred thing
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To help me handle the tragedy?
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Or did I once
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Did I have it and lose it?
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No one should ever have to walk through the fire alone
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No one should ever have to brave that storm, no
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Everybody
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Needs someone or something
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And when I sing
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Don't I sing your name out
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Right at the same time
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That I sing my own?
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Some days, I swear I can feel you
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Splitting the light through the window frame
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The shapes it makes
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Are always warmer, always brighter
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Than the rest of what comes through
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Some days, I swear I can hear you sing
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To me, or whisper my name in the slightest way
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It's like the warmest light now laid across my bedroom floor
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Is somehow actually you
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And not just sunlight
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I have the memory, climb down the balcony
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I put a flower on the back of its dress, it's
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Probably best to forget it
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It's probably best to let go
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I paint it the shade of where the skin and the lip meet
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Only a moment after breaking the kiss, and
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I blur out everything else
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That's how I choose to remember it
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Some nights are a lot like the days, I lay awake too late
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I watch the shadows cast and trace your shape
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Those silver slivers on the wall, then on the bedsheets
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I hear your song in the trees
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I finally fall into rest
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Often later when I'm sleeping you show up in my dreams
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Just doing simple things, like buying groceries, and
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When I wake up, I could swear you must've just left me
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Like you got up to get breakfast
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Or maybe just to get dressed
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But the truth is
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You were never there, you won't ever be
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Sometimes I think I'm not either
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So what do I do
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When every day still seems to start and end with you?
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And you won't ever know
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You won't ever see
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How much your ghost since then
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Has been defining me
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I leave the memory up atop the balcony
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I tear this flower from the back of the dress
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It's best this time, I bet
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To just forget and let go
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Paint it the shade of where the lip bleeds and blur it out
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I blur out everything else
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Just blur out everything else
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And let go, and let go, and let go
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Everybody has to let go someday
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Everybody has to let go
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I wonder when I will, I wonder
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But if I still hear you singing in every city I'm in
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After I blur it all out, our every memory, if
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You never fade with the days, your shape still haunting me then
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Should I not just sing along?
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Should I not just sing along?
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I will sing sweetly
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Hope that the notes change but
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I do not need it to happen
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I'm not resigned to it
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And if they never do
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I'll sing your name in every line
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Just like I did throughout this
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Just like I've always done
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In every gun, the empty church
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And every tortured son
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In all those giving up
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In all those giving in
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Until I die I will sing our names in unison
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Until I die I will sing our names in unison
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Until I die, until I
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_________________________
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Name You and I in Unison
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Wildlife
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