I heard the sound,
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dull smash of shatterproof glass,
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everything stopped in the parking lot,
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for a little girl face down on the ground,
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we all knew that she gone,
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all came near, no nothing was said,
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I had never seen somebody dead,
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for me everything changed
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understand I was very high,
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I just quit my job, no I just got fired
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the day she died for me everything changed
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could've been the shame of not even trying,
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couldĄ¯ve been the blood in her matted hair,
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or how regrets of the dying are added to the air
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for me everything changed
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Everything Changed
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| John Vanderslice |
