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Look up in the sky, up towards the north |
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There are three new stars, brightly shining forth |
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They're shining oh so bright, from heaven above |
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Gee we're gonna miss you, everybody sends their love |
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Ritchie, you were just starting to reallize your dreams |
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Everyone calls me a kid, but you were only seventeen |
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Now almighty God has called you, oh so far away |
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Maybe it's to save some boy or girl, who might have gone astray |
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And with your star shining through the dark and lonely night |
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To light the path and show the way, the way that's right |
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Gee we're gonna miss you, everybody sends their love |
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Buddy, I can still see you with that shy grin on your face |
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Seems like your hair was always a little messed up, kinda out of place |
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Now not many people actually knew you, or understood how you felt |
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But just a song from, just a song from you could make the coldest heart melt |
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Well, you're singing for God now, in his chorus in the sky |
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Buddy Holly, I'll always remember you, with tears in my eyes |
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Gee we're gonna miss you, everybody sends their love |
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I see a stout man, the Big Bopper's your name |
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God called you to heaven, maybe for new fortune and fame |
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Keep wearing that big Stetson hat, and ramble up to the mic |
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And don't forget those wonderful words, "you know what I like" |
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Look up in the sky, up towards the north |
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There are three new stars, brightly shining forth |
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They're shining oh so bright, from heaven above |
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Gee we're gonna miss you, everybody sends their love |