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With the graceful and grotesque the morning rings |
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Hear the garbage truck roll by |
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Hear the birds begin to sing |
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Their song of love and praise |
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And may their happy sound |
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Be strong enough to raise |
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Our spirits off the ground |
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Or love don't stand a ghost of a chance |
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I'm on the trail of a storm and everywhere I look |
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Appear the ones that life has torn |
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Like pages from a book |
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Left to soldier on |
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No shoulder for to lean I'd be lost without a song |
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But if your love wasn't there for me |
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I just wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance |
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From where I sit |
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There's too many eyes crying tears |
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Too many lives living in fear |
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Wondering where their sweet dreams have all gone |
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Too many hands stirring the pot In a land of haves and have-nots All wondering why it's all gone wrong |
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Now as the ballet and burlesque commence to play |
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Give to me the strength to act |
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And not look the other way |
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For there's a war outside |
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Can't take it lying down |
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Got to look it in the eye |
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We've got to stand our ground |
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Or love don't stand a ghost of a chance |
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Love don't stand a ghost of a chance |
