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There's a bench in every park dedicated to |
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Those who sat there once but didn't make it through |
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There are names carved deep in bark on every tree |
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By those who spent their time like you and me |
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And wherever geography may place you now |
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There's a piece of history all folk carry around |
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Whatever your situation, whatever it may allow |
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There's an even larger piece in every lost and found |
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There's a song |
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There's always a song |
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Wherever there's perfection |
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There's a wrong |
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There's always a song |
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But a broken bond |
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And an unkissed frog |
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In every village pond |
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There's a name that we graffiti'd up on a wall |
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To the folks who live there now, makes no sense at all |
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And in every underpass, on every street |
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A promise someone made but couldn't keep |
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A tiny piece of chalk in every coat |
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In every film the smallest lump in throat |
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In every song you've sung, every novel read |
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That unkissed love will always rear its head |
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There's a song |
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There's always a song |
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Wherever there's a right |
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There's always wrong |
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There's always a song |
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But a broken bond |
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And an unkissed frog |
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In every village pond |
