| Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
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| And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire
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| For we believed in things, and so we’d sing
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| Remember when the music
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| Brought us all together to stand inside the rain
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| And as we’d join our hands, we’d meet in the refrain
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| For we had dreams to live, we had hopes to give
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| Remember when the music
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| Was the best of what we dreamed of for our children’s time
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| And as we sang we worked, for time was just a line
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| It was a gift we saved, a gift the future gave
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| Remember when the music
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| Was a rock that we could cling to so we’d not despair
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| And as we sang we knew we’d hear an echo fill the air
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| We’d be smiling then, we would smile again
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| Oh all the times I’ve listened, and all the times I’ve heard
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| All the melodies I’m missing, and all the magic words
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| And all those potent voices, and the choices we had then
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| How I’d love to find we had that kind of choice again
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| Remember when the music
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| Was a glow on the horizon of every newborn day
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| And as we sang, the sun came up to chase the dark away
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| And life was good, for we knew we could
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| Remember when the music
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| Brought the night across the valley as the day went down
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| And as we’d hum the melody, we’d be safe inside the sound
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| And so we’d sleep, we had dreams to keep
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| And I feel that something’s coming, and it’s not just in the wind
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| It’s more than just tomorrow, it’s more than where we’ve been
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| It offers me a promise, it’s telling me «Begin»
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| I know we’re needing something worth believing in
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| Remember when the music
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| Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
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| And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire
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| For we believed in things, and so we’d sing |