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As the sun hides his head for another night's rest |
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And the wind sings his same old song |
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And you on the edge, never close, never far |
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Always there when I needed a friend |
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But it's hard living life |
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On this memory-go-round |
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Always up, always down |
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Spinning 'round and 'round and 'round |
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And all this could be |
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Such a dream so it seems |
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I was never much good at |
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Goodbye |
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There once was a time, never far from my mind |
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On the beach, on the 4th of July |
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I remember the sand, how you held out your hand |
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And we touched for what seemed a lifetime |
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But it's hard |
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Leaving all this behind me now |
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Like a schoolboy so lost |
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Never found until now |
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And all this could be |
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Such a dream so it seems |
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I was never much good at |
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Goodbye |
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And it's hard living life |
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On this memory-go-round |
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Always up, always down |
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Turning 'round and 'round and 'round |
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And all this could be |
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Such a dream so it seems |
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I was never much good at |
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Goodbye |
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And all this could be |
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Such a dream so it seems |
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I was never much good at |
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Goodbye |
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Goodbye |