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[Verse]
DI am six years old in the back of my mother's car And GI will be seven in December DShe will be gone by the beginning of next spring And GI will be left to remember To re Dmember
DI ask my little questions She laughs a little laugh But Gshe won't tell me where we're going She Dlooks in my eyes with her eyes in the mirror And says Gsome things you're better off not knowing Not Dknowing
But AI don't know what her Gvoice sounds like AI don't know what her Gskin feels like I Aonly know what it Gmight feel like When a Bmmother holds her Adaughter When that Bmmother knows she's Aleaving this Glife Leaving this Dlife
DShe's left with that reflection of me at six years old And GI have her eyes in the mirror Well Dshe and I, we are defined by what we have lost GDon't you wonder whose loss is dearer DDearer
AShe doesn't know what my Gvoice sounds like AShe doesn't know what my Gskin feels like And AI only know what it Gmight feel like When a Bmmother holds her Adaughter When that Bmmother knows she's Aleaving this Glife Leaving this Dlife G D G
And AI don't know what her Gvoice sounds like And AI don't know what her Gskin feels like I Aonly know what it Gmight feel like When a Bmmother holds her Adaughter When that Bmmother knows she's Aleaving this Glife Leaving this Dlife Leaving this Glife Leaving this Dlife Leaving this Glife D