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You're holding his hand
Thinking, how strange
Cause when you left last spring
You swore you wouldn't do this again

He's breathing in
Mechanical pace
And you act like you're not scared
And you ask him to stay
And you wait til you're alone for the doubts to shape

Had you ever touched an ice cold hand?
Confessed to a Chaplain that you don't know where you stand?
Avoidant eyes, shuffled feet
You're Theocratically cast as a problem and told to leave
But tell me what would they have done any differently?

So you walk, curse, and sing
You made a deal with God he could take away anything
Candles lit, intercessions up
You hear his eyes shot open like a bullet through a cloud of dust

And you're glad
And you pray
You send it up for a few good years
And that he got to stay

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