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AmYou could see the Csmoke from a mile awaCy AmAnd trouble always Cdraws a crowCd AmThey wanna tell me that it'llC be okayC AmBut that's not what I Cneed right nowC AmNot while my house isC burning dowCn
AmI know GsomeCday AmI know GsomeChow AmI'll be GokCay AmBut not Gright Fnow AmNot Gright Amnow
AmTell me if the hope that youC know is truCe AmEver feels like a lie even Cfrom a friendC AmWhen their words are salt in anC open woundC AmAnd they just can't seem to CunderstanCd AmThat you haven't even stopped theC bleeding yeCt
AmI know GsomeCday AmI know GsomeChow AmI'll be GokCay AmBut not Gright Fnow No, Amnot Gright Amnow
GDon't tell me when I'm Cgrieving FThat this happened for a Creason Maybe one daGy we'll talk about the dreams thatAm had to Fdie FFor new ones toC come Amalive FBut notG right Fnow
AmWhile I wait for the Csmoke to cleaCr AmYou don't even Chave to speaCk AmJust sit with me in the Cashes hereC AmAnd together we canC pray for peacCe AmTo the one acquaintedC with our grieCf
AmI know GsomeCday AmI know GsomeChow AmI'll be GokCay AmBut not Gright Fnow AmNot Gright Amnow No, Amnot Gright Amnow