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(Crowe/Cochran) |
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Look at the green grass |
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All the white stone masts |
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Your ship ain't going nowhere baby |
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You can't sail away from this |
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Memorial day |
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Come every |
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April I hear the shadows call |
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By the time |
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May comes around |
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I know that history only exists |
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Because of war |
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Memorial day |
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I understand the need to |
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Respect the dead |
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Learn from them |
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I understand there's more to this |
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More to this than counting baby |
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More to this than counting |
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I wear my grand dad's medals |
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The ones he wouldn't wear |
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They represented destruction to him |
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They feel like freedom |
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When you look at them from here |
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Memorial day |
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Memorial day |
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Memorial day |
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Yesterday was significant |
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If yesterday you were alive |
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The things that were important |
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When you woke up yesterday |
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Just remember who you were, adjust for flight |
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Memorial day |
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Memorial day |
