There were shadows in the bedroom
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When the light got throw by the lamp on the night stand
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On your mother side after midnight still
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You can see it all, you can see it all
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At the closet in the corner
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On the far black shelf with the
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That box there full of letters of regret
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You get all collection of you mothers's sign, country sign
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And the landscape see from the window of the back seat
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With some flowers in a basket
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That afternoon at the school you and your oldest sister
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Found your parents in your kitchen
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And the table your father lifting on the lid of the box
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And a hash feel over everything like a funeral pray
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And the reverence, ancestral heavy in the air
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But you didn't understand what it meant
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That they never say her name around you
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Even sitting on the table with her things they kept
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You recal thiny card and the smell of the paint from upstairs room
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You didn't know that's the box from there
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Your parents are tonguing slowly around
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Alwyse speaking in code
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No they never say her name around you
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All they told you is that it was perfect where your sister went
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And you din;t understand way it hurts so much that she come and left so soon
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Could only guess inside your head
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Ohh they knew their mother wept
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You washed, your father help me to since somethings come
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But can't stay here
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You're so brightness like a light through your eyes
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Close tight then she tumbel away
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From here some place
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To remeber the night if that she made
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To be an absens in mom, a sadness hanging over her
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Like something uncross the flame
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Drifting all and on
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She was sister only whispear sometimes here or the child we lost
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You're vision so fading, so fafing image
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You're vision
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You were a flame and that light as twice as brightly
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As the rest us us
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When you left you were right, then tumbel away
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There was shadows that fall, still here certain agle
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In th bedroom on the night stands
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By your mother side from your light left
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There's a box in the closet
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With all the things kept and the landscape where she left
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Flowers on the grave ...
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Go on her way home
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She never said it once at loud
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On the way back home from were they meant
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When he said where her sister wents
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After her grandpa got hospise sick
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He couldn't fall asleep
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They wheeled his screath the bead a side her at nigh
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And I saw a light
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On the day that he die by the bed in grandma's eyes
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While we said our goodbyes
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She said don't cry
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Somwhere he holds her
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Said her name I didn't reconize
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A light with all the shadows cominate
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The Child We Lost 1963
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La Dispute |