Opening Up by The James Rocket

My old friend's brother
He got the infection
Locked himself in his room three weeks
For everybody's protection

He was lost now he's found
They pulled him out of the sound

If you think you need a reason
A wounded mind or a sacrifice play
It's not my privilege or function to say
We can't know

Green light from the governor
He says enough is enough
Calculates an acceptable rate
To pay for opening up

And it all stands to reason
His civic-minded sacrifice play
How many of us down here get to stay
Who has to go

The price for opening up
We all get lost in the sound

The price for opening up
They pull us out of the sound

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