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Down |
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On |
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The flag stones |
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The accordians |
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And sweet trumpets rise |
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Rusty memories |
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Of sin and doubting |
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Mingle in around |
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The Queen Street |
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Traffic noise |
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Would that all the love in the world |
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Watch me |
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Through the night |
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You know |
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The preacher |
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All he preaches |
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Is vanity |
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Maybe |
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At last |
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You'll see |
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A brighter star than you will shine |
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One day |
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Hymns and words |
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And busy planets |
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Said the preacher |
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Have come and gone |
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Even your smile |
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Will one day die away |
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When your wealth and words |
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Are forgotten |
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Would that all the love in the world |
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Stay with me |
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Tonight |
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You know |
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The preacher |
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All he preaches |
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Is vanity |
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Maybe |
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At last |
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You'll see |
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A brighter star than you will shine |
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One day |
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Maybe |
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At last |
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You'll see |
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A brighter star than you will shine |
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One day |
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Maybe |
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At last |
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You'll see |
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A brighter star |
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Than you will shine |
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One day |
