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On an icy road one night |
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A young man loses his life |
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They marked the shoulder with a cross |
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An' his family gathers round |
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On a piece of Hallowed ground |
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Their hearts are heavy with their loss |
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As the tears fall from their eyes |
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There's one who'll always sympathise. |
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God only cries for the living |
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'Cause it's the living that are left to carry on |
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An' all the angels up in Heaven |
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They're not grieving because they're gone |
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There's a smile on their faces |
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'Cause they're in a better place than, mmm, baby, than, oh |
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God only cries for the living |
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'Cause it's the living that are so far from home. |
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It still makes me sad |
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When I think of my Grand-dad |
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I miss him each and every day |
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But I know the time will come |
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When my own gradnson |
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Wonders why I went away |
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Maybe we're not meant to understand |
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Till we meet up in the Promised Land. |
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God only cries for the living |
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'Cause it's the living that are left to carry on |
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And all the angels up in Heaven |
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They're not grieving because they're gone |
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There's a smile on their faces |
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'Cause they're in a better place than, oh, baby, than oh |
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God only cries for the living |
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'Cause it's the living that are so far from home |
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Yeah, we're so far from home, Mmmm, Mmmm |