| This year went by in the usual way
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| Some friends were lost, some friends were made
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| Money was spent, money was saved
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| And in the end we’re all ok
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| In the end we’re all ok
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| Maps were drawn and plans were blown
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| A ring was bought and rice was thrown
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| She’ll sit in the second row
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| Looking at her heart up on the stage
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| What a way to end her day
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| If time is measured in memories
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| Don’t set your clock to misery
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| The clicks should come from what you got
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| And not the things that you lost
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| Sing out, sing out, sing out your joy
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| Raise up, raise up, raise up your voice
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| And life goes on and on and on and on
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| On and on and on and on
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| On and on and on and on
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| On and on and on and on
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| Her love lies in a hospital bed
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| With tubes and wires that keep him fed
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| And when the lights go green to red
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| She whispers: «I wish that I could take your place
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| Because I don’t think that I could stand to sleep
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| Inside of our wedding bed
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| Without your kisses and your freezing feet
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| Or getting dressed inside a closet
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| Filled with your old clothes
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| 1,000 picture frames screaming out
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| He’s not coming home,»
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| Because time elapsed photography
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| Will hold your smiles unnaturally
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| Your face is framed with what you lost
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| And not the things that you want
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| Sing out, sing out, sing out your joy
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| Raise up, raise up, raise up your voice |