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Dry your eyes, take your song out |
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It's a newborn afternoon |
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And if you can't recall the singer, can you still recall the tune? |
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Dry your eyes, play it slowly, just like you're marching off to war |
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Sing it like you always wanted, like you sung it once before |
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And from the centre of the circle, to the big waiting crowd |
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If it ever is forgotten, sing it long and sing it loud |
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And come dry your eyes |
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And you taught us more about living, than we ever cared to know |
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And we came to learn a secret, and we never let it go |
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And it was more than being holy, it was less than being free |
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And if you can't recall the reason, can you hear the people see |
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Right through the lightening and the thunder, to the dark side of the moon |
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Through that distant falling angel, that descended much too soon |
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Come dry your eyes |
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Dry your eyes, take your song out |
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It's a newborn afternoon |
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And if you can't recall the singer, you can still recall the tune |
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Come dry your eyes |
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Come dry your eyes |
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Dry your eyes |
