[Connor shakes his head, trying to stop his crying but can't. There's a drum in the background, spaced like a heartbeat.]
He was, he was everything I'm not, my whole universe when I was a footnote, a slim second verse. Oh, he was the chorus, the hook, and the groove and without him there pushing somehow I can't move
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[Connor shakes his head, trying to stop his crying but can't. There's a drum in the background, spaced like a heartbeat.]
He was, he was
everything I'm not, my whole universe
when I was a footnote, a slim second verse.
Oh, he was the chorus, the hook, and the groove
and without him there pushing somehow I can't
move