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How could so many people be living just for this? |
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Moments of redemption, momentary bliss... |
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And what with so many people living for the day? |
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Treetops give the answers, |
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swallows show the way |
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It's so strange, |
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the things we wish for, |
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the things we thought |
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we couldn't do without... |
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It's so sad, |
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the things we dreamed of, |
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the things we thought, |
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we couldn't live without... |
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How could so many memories |
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comfort you at dawn, |
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bring you back to days of happiness? |
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And what do we do with moments |
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once they've been and gone? |
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Do they wait in churchyards |
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till we pass? |
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It's so strange, |
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the things we wish for, |
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the things we thought |
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we couldn't do without |
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It's so sad, |
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the love we dreamed of, |
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the love we thought |
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we couldn't live without... |
