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She's been asleep for some time now |
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In a world of glass and paper doubt |
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The doc explains in th ebest way he knows how |
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That the cancer found its way in through out mouths |
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Wake form your sleep |
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Oh, precious one |
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Wake up now |
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I can hear her breathe |
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She's coming back to me |
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And when she speaks |
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Can we live with what we've done |
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She's moving and |
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I am terrified that we can't hear the whisper |
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If I make it to morning and somehow believe |
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It was fear that turned our dreams to doubt |
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Her cancer |
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I ate for her father who waits |
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Cause she wants to sing again |
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Wake form your sleep |
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Oh, precious one |
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Wake up now |
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I can hear her breathe |
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She's coming back to me |
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And when she speaks |
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Can we live with what we've done |
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She's moving and |
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I am terrified that we can't hear the whisper |
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What kind of son would |
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I be if I let her sleep |
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What kind of brother would |
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I be if I let her sleep |
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She's gonna speak |
