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Clouds above the cemetery |
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Can't even tell the time of day |
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They give nothing away |
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Reading names of people past |
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They're so very close and far away |
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But who am I to say? |
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Trees obscure the borderlines |
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There's big weeping willows all around |
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Their branches weigh them down |
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Remember when we came unglued? |
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We floated by the window |
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The neighbors must have had a laugh |
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We love to put on a show |
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For people who would try to deny |
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We'd show 'em the pictures |
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The only thing that bothers me now is why here? |
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Is it true |
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As I walk along the beach beside you |
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That nothing in this world can find you? |
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Whoa, whoa |
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Here's to you |
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Let the growing of the trees remind you |
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That everything is now behind you |
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Whoa, whoa |
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Ear against a mausoleum |
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Eyes on a broken wristwatch hand |
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My feet still caked with sand |
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Remembering when we came unglued |
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I feel like my heart is beating fast |
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I can't seem to relax |
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And people never used to smile |
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When posing for portraits |
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It must have been a different time |
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No phony elastic grin |
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It feels like it's the real me |
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Straight face and a blank stare |
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Looking like I never win |
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But I feel fine |
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Is it true |
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As I walk along the beach beside you |
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That nothing in this world can find you? |
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Whoa, whoa |
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Here's to you |
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Let the growing of the trees remind you |
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That everything is now behind you |
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Whoa, whoa |
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Twice in my life |
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I've been sure that a wall was the edge of the world |
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And twice in my life |
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I've been sure that a wall was the edge of the world |
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And twice in my life |
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I've been sure that a wall was the edge of the world |
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And twice in my life |
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I've been sure that a wall was the edge of the world |
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And twice in my life |
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I've been sure that a wall was the edge of the world |
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And twice |
