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Have you ever been baptized in the cool winter water |
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On a Sunday morning, when the sky was gray? |
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We filed out of the churchyard, so cold, it was silver |
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To gold, tan and blue cars and the cars drove away |
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And all the memories fade, send the ghosts on their way |
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Tell them they've had their day |
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It's someone else's tomorrow |
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The tall and the tiny ships on the water |
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Farther and farther, floating away |
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Will never return now, all wooden and burned down |
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They echo and groan now in their salty graves |
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All the memories fade, send the ghosts on their way |
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Tell them they've had their day |
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It's someone else's tomorrow |
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Someone else's tomorrow |
