I won't be satisfied with okay,
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And I can't be okay with alright,
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So point me to the edge of life,
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I'll stand up on my toes,
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Stretch my fingers out to there,
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And bring them back here,
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This is too important,
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For us to forget,
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Read our final thoughts,
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God will her and save,
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God will hear and save us,
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Tina's eyes are clear chrysolite
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How can we not notice her
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Now they only stare at her burns
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Her small voice so full of honesty
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Take care of my loves
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I can't hold on
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Keep me alive while I die
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They can't not notice her sickness
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Like their own dung sprayed with perfume
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They try not to hear her speaking
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But they can't hear anything else
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Take care of my loves
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I can't hold on
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Keep me alive while I die
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I missed my chance
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Send one more
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I'm not wasting this
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I missed my chance
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Send one more chance
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I'm not wasting this one more chance
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I missed my chance
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Send one more chance
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I'm not wasting this one more CHANCE!
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(Okay) Tina
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Flyleaf |