Everyone knows that Cancer
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Takes bites of every family
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And it eats up families whole
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Dance around the issue
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Take issue with the answers provided
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The past few years radiate with treatment
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But to every day she'll put her cap on and greet them
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She's got demons but you'll never meet them
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Yeah we hope one day that she can finally beat them all
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She laughs for us
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She laughs so we don't worry
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She smiles through the pain
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And keeps the details blurry
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My intentions are not to expose
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The depths of her trouble aren't mine to disclose
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But like evening rain on the petal of a rose
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It drips down to the earth and begins to compose
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And if there's one thing that remains
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So crystal clear to us
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It's that the wandering hands of the gods
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Are so goddamn mysterious
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Like there could be a justification
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For the lives it takes and the lives that it's taken
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This isn't a eulogy
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Or a requiem
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Just some words I've sketched out
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Cause I haven't said them
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This isn't about her father or brother
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Just a few simple words so she knows that I love her
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And tragedy will never disaffect her
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I hope she knows how much I respect her
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My intentions are not to expose, in verse or in prose
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The depths of her troubles aren't mine to disclose
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But like evening rain on the petal of a rose
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It drips down to the earth and begins to compose
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A song worth singing
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A wound that keeps on stinging
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And one sinking feeling
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That's always worth clinging onto
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And a stone in a glass house
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That's always worth slinging
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She laughs for us
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She laughs so we don't worry
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She smiles through the pain
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And keeps the details blurry
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My intentions are not to expose
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The depths of her trouble aren't mine to disclose
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But like evening rain on the petal of a rose
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It drips down to the earth and begins to compose
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Saints walk the earth
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They don't patrol the skies
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They're the people right behind you
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Riding tandem through the night
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It's the comfort that's discovered
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Between two sets of eyes
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It's the hand that stills the other
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That shakes like candlelight
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Like candlelight
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Tandem
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Protest The Hero |