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Stuart |
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It's a cold grey morning |
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Mist fills the air |
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And sorrow fills the hearts |
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Of people everywhere |
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He's lying helpless |
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Hid from our view |
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While we just stand here |
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Don't know what to do |
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It's a cold grey morning |
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Death he has found |
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And people bow their heads |
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Their hopes dashed to the ground |
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He's gone for ever |
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Gone from this place |
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While I just stand here |
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Tears on my face |
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Too late now for pious words |
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Empty phrases praising the man |
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For all our prayers and tears |
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Won't bring him back again |
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It's a cold grey morning |
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Mist fills the air |
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And sorrow fills the hearts |
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Of people everywhere |
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When the silver airplane |
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Lifts him to the sky |
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We all lift our faces |
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For a last goodbye |
