You're calloused, but you don't even know
I'm picking at my scabs.
I'll let all the bruises show.

I'll never forget what all these feelings meant.
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret.

I hear a telephone three thousand miles from home.

Do you really care?
Your heart is just a stone.

I'll never forget what all these feelings meant.
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret.
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