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His ghost stands next to me
I can see him but I can’t speak
As he steps forward and I step back
He asks, “What do you miss the most?”
I miss my little brother
He hasn’t been around for years
I miss my little brother
The thought brings me to tears

My father, he’s calling out

Come home

Son I thought I raised you right
You’re supposed to be the good one
You’re supposed to be the good son
Your back has been turned for too long
We’ve been singing the same old song

I’m so good at running away and I’m so bad at staying in place.
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from Not a Minute Goes By, released 19 October 2012
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tags: punk emotional hardcore hardcore melodic hardcore post-hardcore screamo Sacramento

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