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The dead belong to the living
I miss my sister I never met,
I miss my best friend that will never see another birthday,
I miss my grandmother that I will never spend the night with,
I miss my aunt that I will never visit again,
I miss them all so much.
I wish that my sister I would've met my sister,
I wish that my best friend would've seen another birthday,
I wish that my grandmother would've spent another night,
I wish that my aunt was still here for my to visit,
I wish that everyone was back.
I'm pleading for them back,
I'm begging to have one more day with all of them,
I'm wishing that none of this ever happened,
I'm hoping to see them all again,
I'm remembering everything I have done with all of them.
The dead belong to the living.
I miss my best friend that will never see another birthday,
I miss my grandmother that I will never spend the night with,
I miss my aunt that I will never visit again,
I miss them all so much.
I wish that my sister I would've met my sister,
I wish that my best friend would've seen another birthday,
I wish that my grandmother would've spent another night,
I wish that my aunt was still here for my to visit,
I wish that everyone was back.
I'm pleading for them back,
I'm begging to have one more day with all of them,
I'm wishing that none of this ever happened,
I'm hoping to see them all again,
I'm remembering everything I have done with all of them.
The dead belong to the living.
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