You’re calloused, but you don’t even know I’m picking at my scabs I’ll let all the bruises show I’ll never forget what all these feelings meant Flying home for a funeral was my last regret I hear a telephone three thousand miles from home Do you even really care? Your heart is just a stone I’ll never forget what all these feelings meant Flying home for a funeral was my last regret I’ll never forget what all these feelings meant Flying home for a funeral was my last regret
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