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[kendy]

This songs hitting home
It makes me think of a few friends... some alive, most dead.

"Pat" by built to spill

Pat we need your brains back
Pat we need your fire
and your imagination

Pat we know you fucked up
But we don't care you fucked up
Everybodys fucked up

Thought I heard your voice
the other night
and sure enough it came from you
Thought i'd be surprised
that you weren't dead
but all i was was glad

Sitting by your bed
talking to your head
and hearing what you said
as if you'd never left

can't you see yourself yet
cant you see through our eyes
Cant you see the truth

Nothins worse than never
falling in our dreams where
we can see together

Saw you the other night
have to say
something wasn't right
Of course
But i didn't mind
cuz seeing you
being all alive

Just walkin in the room
made me so relieved
like everything was fine
and you had never died
or second guessed your mind
or gave up on our trust
thought you'd gone too far
for us to take you back
but distances like that, pat
don't exist infact