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Maybe in another life,
I could find you there.
Pulled away before your time,
I can't deal it's so unfair.
And it feels,
And it feels like Heaven's so far away.
And it feels,
Yea, it feels like the world has grown cold,
Now that you've gone away.
Leaving flowers on your grave,
Show that I still care.
But black roses and Hail Marys,
Can't bring what's taken from me.
I reach to the sky,
and call out your name.
And if I could trade,
I would.
And it feels,
And it feels like Heaven's so far away.
And it stings,
Yea, it stings now.
The world is so cold,
Now that you've gone away.
I reach to the sky,
and call out your name.
Oh, please let me trade,
I would.