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[ti:The Three Of Us] |
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[ar:Don McLean] |
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[al:] |
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See the picture that I'm holding |
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A picture of us three |
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Standing in the summertime |
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At Quogue down by the sea |
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We stood there just a minute |
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Quogue is an Indian name |
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There were no cars back then |
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There were no cars back then |
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When the Indians came |
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We never traveled anywhere |
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We never did a thing |
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Compared to them I guess you'd say |
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I'm some kind of travel king |
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We lived near manaramay |
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That's an Indian name |
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There were no houses then |
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There were no houses then |
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When the Indians came |
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When the Indians came |
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There were no private schools |
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No traffic cops |
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No highway rules |
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When the Indians came |
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They left their name |
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The word alone can outlast stone |
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The Indians lay in holy ground |
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The place my parents now have found |
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They're buried on a hill of stone |
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Rocks of ages stand alone |
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Their names are carved for all to see |
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But no one knows their names but me |
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I remember in that picture |
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My life had just begun |
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Now the three of us are fading |
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The three of us are fading in an Indian sun |
