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I never knew you |
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But then who really did? |
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If you were at all like me |
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You managed to keep yourself hid |
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A patchwork quilt of a life |
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Memories embroidered |
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On your soul |
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So please forgive me |
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For putting you in my song |
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But the spirit she moves me |
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In fact she pushes me along |
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It's a patchwork quilt of a life |
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Can't stop the river |
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Just let it roll |
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We were at |
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Jones Beach |
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When we got the word |
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Saddest sound that |
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I ever heard |
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The bluest note that nobody could play |
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Ravens sang with us that night on the stage |
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Tears of sadness, tears of rage |
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But nobody spoke, we all felt old |
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And in the way |
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So walk beside me |
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Or above me, |
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I don't know |
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These days it sure seems |
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I'm lost where ever |
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I go God, how could you, |
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I heard someone say |
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And what do we do with our lives now anyway? |
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Now that our |
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North Star can no longer be found |
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But there's a banjo moon in a tie-dyed sky |
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Hippies dance and babies cry |
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Church bells ring as a silver-haired angel look down |
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And the blood of his music runs through the veins of our guitars |
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Bright lights, |
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Dark Star |
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I never knew you |
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But then who really did |
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If you were at all like me |
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You managed to keep yourself hid |
