This basket arrives
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To show your condolence
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You hope that it finds me well
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And just in time
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This loss was unbearable
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But now I have flowers
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A thoughtful, blooming bright arrangement
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I can out live too
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Dress the corpse in his best
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We only have one shot
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To knock 'em dead
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A toast to the way he left us
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Counting our blessings
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Holding our heads
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We better speak up
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We better say something
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We better believe ourselves for once
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'Cause he never said help
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He never said anything
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In the way that we dreamed ourselves to appear
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It's only in this silence
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That I can hear him screaming
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On and on alone
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Dress the corpse in his best
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We only have one shot
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To knock 'em dead
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And toast to the way he left us
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Counting our blessings
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Holding our heads
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Dress the corpse in his best
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We only have one shot
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To knock 'em dead
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And I would've thought
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That I have more to lose than him
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My skin is stark stark white
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And ash covers my skin
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I should've worn make-up
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It seems to have worked for him.
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Knock 'Em Dead
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Dashboard Confessional |