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Why didn't you call
my phone's always on
why didn't you call
before you got gone
I can't say for certain what I would've said
Now I'm helplessly silent instead
There is a hole in my heart, and my head
Why didn't you call

Why didn't you say something
on the last time we met
why didn't you say something
there was always hope left
And, I can't say for certain what I would've done
But, I can't do anything not that you're gone
It kills me to think, for a second, you felt alone

You can measure the mark of a man on the day that he dies.
In the mixture of memories and wreckage that he leaves behind.
I know you carried too much weight, on the the evening when you slipped away.
But, I loved you like a brother man and I never really had a chance to say.

So at half past nine in each evening, I will think about my friend.
At half past nine, I will remember you were better than your end.
Because, I too have stood up on that ledge
And, I know you would've pulled me back down from the edge.
I let you down in your darkness, I wasn't there.

So remember, you making a hole through the kids in the crowd.
I remember you lifting me up each time I fell down.
And, I will glance at the barrier when i'm watching the band
and i'll expect to see you there stood on the foot stand.
But, I guess, I will see someone else.
That's when I will whisper to myself.
Brother, I miss you like hell.

All rights for this song go to Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls. Enjoy the song.