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The trees took this house |
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and the rain washed away |
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all the memories it held |
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the floorboards laid out |
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like cracked open ribs |
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where a heart had once dwelled |
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and it barely looks familiar anymore |
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and neither do I, I don't recognize |
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my reflection ever since you died |
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so here I am after so many years |
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the trees took this house |
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and the roots had held it down |
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the floor was covered in maple leaves |
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and countless washed away memories |
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his ashes were soaked into the ground |
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I tried to scream but there was no sound |
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Thomas can you still hear me I feel that I've lost my way |
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this house is no longer ours |
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my brothers ghost is hiding in my old room |
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as if it were a safe place to hide |
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but instead has become his tomb |
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my brothers still in my head |
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and he still haunts me every night |
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I live with only one regret |
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never having the chance to say goodbye |
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Thomas our family isn't mad |
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that you took your own life |
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we only wish that there was a way to go back |
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when you were still alive |
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just keep watching over us |
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and always keep us in mind |
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I'll be with you again someday |
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and it'll be just like old times |
