Death be a liar
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Say that the morning will come soon
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And this dreary black cloud will soon be brushed away
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You sound shaky on the phone
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Where is he staying?
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No, that's fine mom
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I love you and I'll call you when I get there
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With my own discretion this drive will be peaceful
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Not a thought of the looming fact that rolls over and over again
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And I'll feed denial, 'till it eats my insides
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With each exhale the hand grips tighter around my neck
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Breathe deep
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This could be the last chance you get to say what you mean
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These buildings are blurry
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And my vision is tunneled
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These sterile white hallways tell stories of people that will never be the same again
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Please I need assistance
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Where's room 107?
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Down the hallway, past the stairwell, on your left
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Breathe deep
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This could be the last chance you get to say what you mean
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Please don't forget the good times that we spent together
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And don't regret a wasted chance to say "I'm sorry"
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And after all where do you think I got this temper
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There's only love
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Strength In A Breath
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| Coretta Scott |
