Someone Somewhere Somehow

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[Verse 1]
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I asked you how he's doing the day before he died
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You said he's doing fine, we're all just doing fine
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About a week ago, I watched his body lowered down
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Now no one's doing fine and I am less and less around
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I'm sick to death and scared that I might actually be the culprit
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I didn't spend much time with him and no one seemed to notice
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His lust for life was squandered when he lost his loving friends
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Believed he actually was a corpse before his life had ended
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The final letter seemed despondent as if he wasn't there
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One more summer and you could've been amongst the world you feared

[Verse 2]
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You were happy, don't understand how it could all be fake

Your smile glowing but your eyes reflected shame
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Sorrowful and somber-filled, your family didn't help
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Your sister was the one with issues that they had to deal with now
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Now life is but a memory and death is in full swing
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Your skin that held together bone is promptly decaying
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Family gathered 'round to see an issue unresolved
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Why couldn't you have told a friend that might've helped it all?

[Break]
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"Identify the body," the father pleaded so
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All that laid was flesh, no longer occupied a soul
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Delicate and calm, the father witnessed his son's fate
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  The bullet hole that entered had an exit just the same

[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]
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And I've been wrapping these tragedies in plastic
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And throwing them away amidst the trash that I inhabit
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Madness, it’s tragic
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I'm clogging up my feelings with this sickness that is sadness

[Outro]
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I asked you how he's doing the day before he died
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You said he's doing fine, we’re all just doing fine