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Intro: , , ,
On the porch we sit like lepers who forgot about the pain,
we count the drops of rain.
Like veterans gone insane, the war was just a game,
the man took back our guns, the word safe wonât ever mean the same
things used to seem a million times better than they were.
The damage we incurred, never used to hurt, back when we had words,
and itâs absurd, I mean the way that the tables turned.
You gonna see me around, alright.
Tell the baby that he couldâve been mine.
How overjoyed I would have been to save your life that night, that afternoon,
but it wouldnât be mine and it wouldnât be you and that wouldnât be right.
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So take this, let me give it to you.
Here you are here itâs just for you, oh yeah and hereâs a grain of
salt you should take it too,
actually hereâs a few,
itâs just a thing you couldnât swing it so Iâm bringing the cheese,
you can always get the truth from me if you just say please Iâll do my
best to make it easy.
You gonna see me around, alright.
Tell the baby that he couldâve been mine.
How overjoyed I would have been to save your life that night, that afternoon,
but it wouldnât be mine and it wouldnât be you and that wouldnât be right.
(Slow) , , ,
These eyes, behold a lot of what these hands cannot, theyâre all Iâve
got, theyâre all I ever wanted, was just these eyes.
You gonna see me around, alright.
Tell the baby that he couldâve been mine.
How overjoyed I would have been to save your life that night, that afternoon,
but it wouldnât be mine and it wouldnât be you and that wouldnât be right.
Alright.
Tell the baby that he couldâve been mine.
How overjoyed I would have been to save your life that night, that afternoon,
but it wouldnât be mine and it wouldnât be you and that wouldnât be right.