It's not the cold making my legs shake,
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It's Timmy's ghost taking his place in our hearts forever.
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It's not the sound keeping me from sleep,
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It's what Jesus said about hell underneath.
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I think I'd rather believe it's some imaginary place,
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Made up to make children behave,
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So our souls are safe to wander off,
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Wherever they might please.
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Your soul is safe wherever you might be.
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Come now, sleep.
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Come, now sleep.
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Tell me I'm only dreaming.
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Tell me he's just sleeping.
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And when morning comes,
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We'll both wake up to see the sun,
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And love that's enough to keep our friends alive.
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Phone call.
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I pull my car to the side of the road.
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No, it's not the cold making my legs shake,
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It's someone I love being taken away.
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A ghost taking his place in our hearts.
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Where inside he moves from room to room.
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But sometimes he climbs our spines,
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To remind our grieving heads,
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That in this way he hasn't left.
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Tell me I'm only dreaming.
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Tell me he's just sleeping.
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And when morning comes,
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We'll both wake up to see the sun,
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And love that's enough to keep our friends alive.
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Take me back to where I was before I was born.
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It's like sweet and dreamless sleep,
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It sounds like heaven to me.
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Timothy
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As Cities Burn |