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Here's To The Dying Lyrics by McKinley Arlo
McKinley Arlo Lyrics
Here's to the dying
Here's to the hurt
Here's to the crying
As we're returned to dirt
Trying to find
Somewhere solid to stand
Cause it's getting so hard
Without you holding my hand
Here's to our mothers
Raised daughters and sons
Your sister and my brothers
That they taught how to love
If you don't mind
Won't you reach down your hand
Cause it's getting so hard
Without you to stand
Here's to our fathers
Oh They're trying to get by
Without their best friend
And the love of their life
So if you don't mind
Could you reach down her hand
Cause it's getting so hard
Without her to stand
Trying to find
Somewhere solid to stand
Cause it's getting so hard
Without you holding my hand
Here's to the dying
Here's to the hurt
Here's to the dying
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