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The only girl |
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I've ever loved |
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Was born with roses in her eyes |
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But then they buried her alive |
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One evening 1945 |
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With just her sister at her side |
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And only weeks before the guns |
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All came and rained on everyone |
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Now she's a little boy in |
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SpainPlaying pianos filled with flames |
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On empty rings around the sun |
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All sing to say my dream has come |
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But now we must pick up every piece |
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Of the life we used to love |
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Just to keep ourselves |
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At least enough to carry on |
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And now we ride the circus wheel |
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With your dark brother wrapped in white |
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Says it was good to be alive |
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But now he rides a comet's flame |
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And won't be coming back again |
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The earth looks better from a star |
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That's right above from where you are |
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He didn't mean to make you cry |
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With sparks that ring and bullets fly |
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On empty rings around your heart |
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The world just screams and falls apart |
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But now we must pick up every piece |
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Of the life we used to love |
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Just to keep ourselves |
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At least enough to carry on |
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And here's where your mother sleeps |
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And here is the room where your brothers were born |
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Indentions in the sheets |
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Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore |
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And it's so sad to see the world agree |
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That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies |
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All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes |
