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C Death is real G Someone's there and then they're not F And it's not for singing about G It's not for making into art F9 F When real death enters the house Em All poetry is dumb F9 F G When I walk in C G Am To the room where you were F G And look into C C/B F The emptiness instead G All fails F My knees fail Am My brain fails C Words fail G Crusted with tears, catatonic and raw F Am I go downstairs and outside and you still get mail C C/B Am A week after you died a package with your name on it came G F G And inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret C G Am G And collapsed there on the front steps I wailed F E A5 A backpack for when she goes to school a couple years from now Bm C You were thinking ahead to a future G Am You must have known deep down would not include you G F Though you clawed at the cliff you were sliding down G C Being swallowed into a silence G Am Am/G That is bottomless and real G It's dumb F And I don't want to learn anything from this Am I love you
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