Slowly the pen touches paper in the guidance of the words that you write
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memories roll in of the things you once did
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and who you had shared them with, is somebody thinking of you
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did I bother telling you this, with the words that cross teeth and jump lips
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a poor choice of words in wanting to tell you anything
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but words don't come with ease they're forever my hurt
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would it really matter if you were to count the days left with your hands
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your focus secure and the loves you left well
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smiles staged in photographs here until...
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you....you left the light on
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theres a chance I might have tripped girl
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you were there to hold on
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ignoring the words of your obnoxious little brother
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kill or be killed spilled the words from your mother
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I'll lay awake for a while
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I'll leave the light on a while
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you couldn't last a lifetime caught between here and the days of it
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carving her name across your arm with every wish it's hit or miss her
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I told you so
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I measure distance in lines departing the rest of my life
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but you (you, you) had better things to do (X2)...liar
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ignoring the words of your obnoxious little brother
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kill or be killed spilled the words from your mother
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I'll lay awake for a while
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I'll leave the light on a while
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you couldn't last a lifetime caught between here and the days of it
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carving her name across your arm with every wish it's hit or miss her
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I told you so
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I measure distance in lines departing the rest of my life
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if you get put to sleep, like an old dog you're better off if you get put to sleep
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I've been cautious with the words I extend
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allow this year before the world starts to end
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your father's dead he passed in his sleep
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and I woke to the sounds of her crying (X3)
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you're father's dead he passed in his sleep
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pray for us all
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The Light & The Glass
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Coheed And Cambria |