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All eyes ablaze |
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We saw her in the old light |
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Oh Oh, in the old light |
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Seventy years to fly |
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closer to sunlight |
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Oh oh, to the sunlight |
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She sings to the stereo |
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making dirty pictures |
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with her hands in the lamplight |
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And knows where the mourners go |
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We'll sing a coronach |
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bringing you back from the greylight |
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He climbs in the car and goes |
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Screaming through the streets |
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Heart and his lungs and computer |
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listens to every beat |
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whispering a sleep |
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if there's a drift from the old norm |
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Years are a trifling thing |
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Passing in an eye's blink |
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Oh oh in an eye's blink |
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Forty five years gone by |
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in nothing but a day's time |
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Oh oh, in a day's time |
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Taking to take take to take |
