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Everyone knows that cancer |
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Takes bites of every family |
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And it eats up families whole |
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Dance around the issue |
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Take issue with the answers provided |
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The past few years radiate with treatment |
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But to every day she'll put her cap on and greet them |
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She's got demons but you'll never meet them |
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Yeah, we hope one day |
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That she can finally beat them all |
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She laughs for us |
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She laughs so we don't worry |
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She smiles through the pain |
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And keeps the details blurry |
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My intentions are not to expose |
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The depths of her trouble aren't mine to disclose |
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But like evening rain on the petal of a rose |
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It drips down to the earth and it begins to compose |
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And if there's one thing that remains |
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So crystal clear to us |
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It's that the wandering hands of the gods |
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Are so goddamn mysterious |
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Like there could be a justification |
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For the lives it takes |
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And the lives that it's taken |
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This isn't a eulogy or a requiem |
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Just some words |
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I've sketched out' |
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Cause I haven't said them |
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This isn't about her father or brother |
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Just a few simple words so she knows that |
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I love her |
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And tragedy will never disaffect her |
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I hope she knows how much |
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I respect her |
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My intentions are not to expose, inverse or repose |
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The depths of her troubles aren't mine to disclose |
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But like evening rain on the petal of a rose |
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It drips down to the earth and begins to compose |
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A song worth singing |
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A world that keeps on stinging |
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And one sinking feeling |
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It's always worth clinging onto |
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And a stone at a glass house |
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That's always worth slinging |
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She laughs for us |
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She laughs so we don't worry |
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She smiles through the pain |
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And keeps the details blurry |
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My intentions are not to expose |
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The depths of her trouble aren't mine to disclose |
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But like evening rain on the petal of a rose |
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It drips down to the earth and it begins to compose |
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Saints walk the earth |
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They all patrol the skies |
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They're the people right behind you |
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Riding tandem through the night |
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It's the comfort that's discovered |
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Between two sets of eyes |
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It's the hand that stills the other |
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That shakes like candlelight |
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Like candlelight |
