| Phone call, Sunday afternoon
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| Springtime, this flower's lost its bloom
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| I was not there, and it is not fair
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| Your innocence and youth
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| Carried you this far
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| Just to be removed
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| And tonight, the stars will shine
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| And fill my life, you've left me behind
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| She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
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| With the ancient Father, of every daughter
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| I know that we'll make it through this night
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| Dreaming, a panoramic view
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| Canvas memories, bring me back to you
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| We lived and laughed, we lived so fast
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| I can't stand to see the truth
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| Now your masterpiece
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| It paints the news
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| And tonight, the stars will shine
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| And fill my life, you've left me behind
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| She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
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| With the ancient Father, of every daughter
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| I know that we'll make it through this night
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| She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
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| With the ancient Father, of every daughter
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| I know that we'll make it through this night
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| I know that we'll make it through this night
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| I know that we'll make it through this night
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| She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
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| With the ancient Father, of every daughter
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| I know that we'll make it through this night
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| She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
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| With the ancient Father, of every daughter
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| I know that we'll make it through this night
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| I know that we'll make it through this night
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| I know that we'll make it through this night |