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作词 : Ruben Duarte/Meredith Van Woert/Dylan Slocum/Trevor Dietrich/Kyle McAulay |
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作曲 : Ruben Duarte/Meredith Van Woert/Dylan Slocum/Trevor Dietrich/Kyle McAulay |
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Radio's droning. |
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Dulled out by the intercom on fire. |
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Guiding the evening's choreography. |
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Katie has her hand in a young man's chest. |
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Stain on her white shoes that won't wash out. |
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So usual. |
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Not the last pair this year |
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Down the hallway -- cries rise and fall, |
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In between the nearly constant sirens. |
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Someone turns on the news like we need it. |
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It's just another white man with a grudge. |
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Break room sits empty. |
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Like our hearts have been draining in the waiting room. |
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You think of your daughter, |
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At her wedding. |
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You know life isn't long enough. |
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Your shirt speckled red. |
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You're holding onto a young girl's hand, |
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So frail & cold. |
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So casual. |
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Not even the last one today. |
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I Wish for the fingers to count. |
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Or the memory to remember each new city. |
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Lost track so long ago. |
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Think it was around 260. |
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They're praying for you. |
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Everyone here is dead or dying. |
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You know there's nothing we could do if we tried. |
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Isn't that good enough? |
