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There were yellow ribbons on every tree, |
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and yellow orchids growing from the street. |
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Postcards and letters swam to the shore, |
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locket and treasures on the river floor, yeah. |
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We owe the streets of this small town, |
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you live so quietly and us we speak so loud. |
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We owe the streets of this small town, |
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you live so quietly and us we speak so loud. |
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We speak so loud. |
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There were yellow ribbons on every tree, |
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and yellow orchids growing from the street. |
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Postcards and letters swam to the shore, |
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and all the birds were singing ode's, singing ode's. Oh no, oh no. |
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We owe the streets of this small town, |
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you live so quietly and us we speak so loud. |
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We owe the streets of this small town, |
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you live so quietly and us we speak so loud. |
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We speak so loud. |