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So young for death, |
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We walk in shoes too big |
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But you play it like a poet, |
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Like you always did. |
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And I lay face upturned on the palm of God, |
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Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams, |
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They haunted me, |
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Consoling me. |
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And I would like to call, call it beauty, |
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Strained as love's become, it still amazes me |
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And I would like to call it beauty, .... |
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You slept a sigh like the angels speak, |
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And we danced into tomorrow on bleeding feet |
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And I had thought that I would die here |
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But you pushed me on, |
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You pushed me on, |
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You pushed me on |
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(Oh) And I would like to call it ,call it beauty, |
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Strained as love's become, it still amazes me |
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And I would like to call it beauty, .... |
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You can keep it all locked up in your leaden chest |
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Or you can lay mouth open on the water's edge |
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But all your angels and your God will stitch and wash you |
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Oh I would like to call, call it beauty, |
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Strained as love's become, it still amazes me |
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And I would like to call it beauty, .... |
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