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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 |
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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 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 angels 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 |
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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 |
