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It was six o'clock when I found out you died What was I supposed to say I got off the phone went upstairs and I cried Forty years had gone away Now we'll gather round the photos Children smile and laugh at times better than these And we are caught without pretension No one's here to show us how it's supposed to be I got off work at a quarter after nine Headed over straight away On a crowded subway thought I overheard Did you read the stats today? Now we'll gather round the photos Children smile and laugh at times better than these And we are caught without pretension No one's here to show us how it's supposed to be And we could prepare For darkness followed by my doorsteps And we could not prepare For darkness followed by my doorsteps From Letras Mania