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It was February fourteen, Valentine's Day.
The roses came, but they took you away.
Tattooed on my arm is a charm to disarm all the harm,
gotta keep myself calm but the truth is you're gone
and I'll never get to show you these songs.
Dad, you should see the tours that I'm on.
I see you standing there next to Mom,
always singing along, yeah arm in arm.
And there are days when I'm losing my faith,
because the man wasn't good - he was great.
He'd say “music was the home for your pain”.
And explain “I was young”, he would say:
"Take that rage, put it on a page,
take the page to the stage,
blow the roof off the place."
I'm tryna make you proud,
do everything you did.
I hope you're up there with God,
saying: that's my kid.
/ The Script - If You Could See Me Now
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