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Michael George |
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Older |
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You Have Been Loved |
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She takes the back road and the lane |
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Past the school that has not changed |
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In all this time |
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She thinks of when the boy was young |
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All the battles she had won |
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Just to give him life |
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That man |
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She loved that man |
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For all his life |
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but now we meet to take him flowers |
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And only God knows why |
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For what's the use in pressing palms |
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When children fade in mother's arms |
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It's a cruel world |
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We've so much to lose |
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And what we have to learn, we rarely choose |
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So if it's God who took her son |
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He cannot be the one |
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Living in her mind |
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Take care my love, she said |
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Don't think that God is dead |
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Take care my love, she said |
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You have been loved |
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If I was weak, forgive me |
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But I was terrified |
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You brushed my eyes with angel's wings |
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Full of love |
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The kind that makes devils cry |
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So these days |
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My life has changed |
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And I'll be fine |
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But she just sits and counts the hours |
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Searching for her crime |
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So what's the use of pressing palms |
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If you won't keep such love from harm |
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It's a cruel world |
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You've so much to prove |
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And heaven help the ones who wait for you |
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Well, I've no daughters, I've no sons |
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Guess I'm the only one |
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Living in my life |
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Take care my love, he said |
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Don't think that God is dead |
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Take care my love, he said |
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You have been loved |
