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"Don't try to move, you've been through a lot |
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What hurts more, what you did or did not?" |
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"Oh, I confess, as anyone would |
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In my blood, I did what I could" |
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"A regular Robin Hood, hey? Tell me the truth" |
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"I undid the locks, felt the heat through the door |
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A voice like my brother's, but distant and hoarse |
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Called me by name and for my mother, too |
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That's all I remember before talking to you" |
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"What if I said that I held in my hand |
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Every breath that fell from your lips that could put you away?" |
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"I admit that I envied his place in life |
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And the way I'm finding my fate, never shall that change |
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Mom said she lost it along with the war |
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Our father, shot dead, on the day w were born |
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As cruel as that was, worse yet was the crime |
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Of God giving my brother lungs half the size of mine |
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But we live like good English, we bury it and smile" |
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For everything good, there's something to bury |
