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Revive
Revive
Little Donnie found big brother Johnny
limp and painted he almost fainted
twitching figure losing vigor
hole filled with head so many things unsaid
to confess didn't want to leave a mess
he picked swift nothing like the graveyard shift
Donnie became cautious of the faucets that replaced
to see his eyes that to no surprise
they weep due to his brother’s leap.
Dear Anna remember when we’d play in Atlanta
I just wish I could kiss rather than reminisce
I’m not mad but sis how could I not be sad
you must realize don’t talk to those stupid guys
don’t wear that necklace all of your progress
don’t just throw away come on and stay
it’s your choice but what about your voice
your talent and beauty I have to prevent
there’s a nightmare I see of your stare.
They found him he never made a sound
Larry my uncle I can’t move a muscle
this won’t ever help it’s just an endeavor
they may not be poor but their hearts are sore
your sickness never once effected their happiness
you were a father trust me they’d prefer
to have your advice rather than feel the lonely ice
writing brings me tears I’ll remember for all my years
the last thing is I’ll make sure Sarah grows up to kick ass.
Little Donnie found big brother Johnny
limp and painted he almost fainted
twitching figure losing vigor
hole filled with head so many things unsaid
to confess didn't want to leave a mess
he picked swift nothing like the graveyard shift
Donnie became cautious of the faucets that replaced
to see his eyes that to no surprise
they weep due to his brother’s leap.
Dear Anna remember when we’d play in Atlanta
I just wish I could kiss rather than reminisce
I’m not mad but sis how could I not be sad
you must realize don’t talk to those stupid guys
don’t wear that necklace all of your progress
don’t just throw away come on and stay
it’s your choice but what about your voice
your talent and beauty I have to prevent
there’s a nightmare I see of your stare.
They found him he never made a sound
Larry my uncle I can’t move a muscle
this won’t ever help it’s just an endeavor
they may not be poor but their hearts are sore
your sickness never once effected their happiness
you were a father trust me they’d prefer
to have your advice rather than feel the lonely ice
writing brings me tears I’ll remember for all my years
the last thing is I’ll make sure Sarah grows up to kick ass.
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