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We were ring-around-the-rosy children |
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They were circles around the sun |
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Never give up, never slow down |
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Never grow old, never ever die young |
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Synchronized with the rising moon |
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Even with the evening star |
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They were true love written in stone |
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They were never alone, they were never that far apart |
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And we who couldn't bear to believe they might make it |
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We got to close our eyes |
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Cut up our losses into doable doses |
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Ration our tears and sighs |
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You could see them on the street on a saturday night |
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Everyone used to run them down |
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They're a little too sweet, they're a little too tight |
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Not enough tough for this town |
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We couldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole |
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No, it didn't seem to rattle at all |
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They were glued together body and soul |
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That much more with their backs up against the wall |
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Oh, hold them up, hold them up |
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Never do let them fall |
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Prey to the dust and the rust and the ruin |
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That names us and claims us and shames us all |
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I guess it had to happen someday soon |
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Wasn't nothing to hold them down |
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They would rise from among us like a big baloon |
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Take the sky, forsake the ground |
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Oh, yes, other hearts were broken |
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Yeah, other dreams ran dry |
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But our golden ones sail on, sail on |
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To another land beneath another sky |