Everyone will sing songs of lost mothers
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Every debt will be paid in the end
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Lives lived will be brought back into focus
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As each one looses the place where it begins
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Please tell them I said I'm sorry
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I knew not all that I did
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This message carried hopefully will carry
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Much more weight than words of men down here
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Feel your losses you'll know that it's October
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Stretched out short days eat you from within
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Lives lived brought back homeward
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I'm leaving home again
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Please tell me it's not the last time
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Though that day awaits keep it far from here
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There's still much work we've to get done
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Your lighthouse is burning my travels clean
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October
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Rocky Votolato |