Every photograph is peeling
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the colors turn to gray, this day
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there is always memories for days, these days
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an undertow of futures laid to waste, embraced
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by the loss of one he could not replace
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and there's no reason that she'd pass
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and there is no god with the plan, it's sad
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and his holiness is proof, it's said
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he could only know how you have sinned
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the world swings through a passing fable
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a fate we made a way, we say
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holding on, live within our own ways
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he lit a match, he laid in bed
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hoping their dreams will bring her back, it's sad
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and his holiness is proof, they said
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he could only love you, it's said
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oh in his last breath, believing
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he'll make his way
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if she's not forgotten
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he's haunted
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he's searching for escape
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if just one wish could bring her back, it's sent
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and his holiness is proof, it's said
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he will always love you, he said
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Letter to the Dead
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| Pearl Jam |
