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Home For Grave, Pt. II – The Devil Wears Prada
By the time she heard the news
The funeral had taken place
But still the sadness transcended
Across a dozen states
She wished the trees weren't so still
"Oh Anna, my dear!"
She could nearly hear him
His words, sincere
The last time they'd spoken
Those moments in Indiana
Felt like yesterday
And that crash in Atlanta
Would always resonate
She wished the trees weren't so still
As if the pines could weep with her
She wished the trees weren't so still
As if the pines could weep
"Oh Anna, my dear!"
She could nearly hear him
His words, sincere
The last time they'd spoken
In the forests of Oregon
Her breath grew shallow
The air was fractured in the morning storm
And Anna's world felt hollow
She wished the trees weren't so still
As if the pines could weep with her
She wished the trees weren't so still
As if the pines could weep
Move along now, you're next
This line won't wait for us
Like Ian, soon Anna
We will all fail the test
Move along now, you're next
Move along now, you're next
This line won't wait for us
This line won't wait for us
"Oh Anna, my dear!"
She could nearly hear him
His words, sincere
Keep us all heartbroken
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