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We said we'd go up on Friday to see how he's doing
Thursday night, he passed away.
The surprise may have killed him, so it may be for the better
But I still feel guilt and shame
Years, years, unbearable years
Since we had last seen our father
If he had the whiskey bottle
It didn't seem worth the bother

And what makes it so hard is I knew he'd gotten sober
I just couldn't tell my brother
Now we drink to his memory

We talked about giving his ashes to Lake Michigan
On the day that it dried up
It didn't surprise us as we stepped past the shoreline
Indicative of our luck
Years, years, unbearable years
Since we had last seen the water
After moving away
It didn't seem worth the bother

And what makes it so hard is I can still hear the laughter
Of us swimming with our father
Now we drink to his memory

And what makes it so hard is I knew he'd gotten sober
I just couldn't tell my brother
Now we drink to his memory

And what makes it so hard is I can still hear the laughter
Of us swimming with our father
Now we drink to his memory

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