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Graham |
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As he waved goodbye |
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I could feel him sigh |
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Then he faded away |
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As the light of day began to dazzle my eyes |
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As he left me |
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I cried brother, where are you going to |
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From his fading breath |
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I could barely hear him saying to me |
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Your time is coming |
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You'll hear the sound |
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My time is this time around |
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Your time is coming |
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You'll hear the sound |
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My time is this time around |
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In the sunrise through the morning haze |
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As the daylight came |
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I could see his face before me |
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Like a silhouette of light |
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I cried brother, where have you gone to |
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Them somewhere in my mind |
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I could feel him saying to me |
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Your time is coming |
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You'll hear the sound |
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My time is this time around |
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Your time is coming |
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You'll hear the sound |
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My time is this time around |
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I cried brother, where have you gone to |
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Them somewhere in my mind |
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I could feel him saying to me |
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Your time is coming |
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You'll hear the sound |
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My time is this time around |
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Your time is coming |
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You'll hear the sound |
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My time is this time around |
