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Jeremy Lee had an ice-creamery |
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On the evening of October 10th |
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Lost fifty-five dollars and seventy cents |
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Was shot twice in the chest |
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And again in the head |
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The police found him dead by the walk-in |
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And he loved God so much |
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As he lay inside his bed |
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He could feel her sweep over his skin |
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Feel her filling the air with the weight of her care |
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He didn't care what was waiting for him |
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How he'd cry, cry so much |
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Knowing that this was the end |
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And then he'd feel like a leaf |
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Lifted by wind |
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How I love him so much that I almost cave in |
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Every time my hand touches the pen |
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So lower your cameras and switch off the spot |
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You shouldn't be proud of the footage you got |
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'Cause there won't be an end to the similar shots |
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That have happened, are happening, and can't be prevented |
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From endlessly happening again |
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For all your pride and your comfort and speed of ascent |
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You're heading too soon for a similar end |
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Maybe coughing up blood in a hospital bed |
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As your heart attack, cancer or car accident |
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Breaks you down to a place in the ground for your kids to come visit |
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And if God loves us back, now we know what it is |
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She must have no control over this world's events |
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Because no one deserves this much punishment |
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And now it's late in the autumn, the leaves line the bend |
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It's a beautiful day for the first snow to land |
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So it's landing on me and on Jeremy Lee |
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Who left this world gracefully broken |