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I hung out with the old folks, in the hope that I'd get wise. |
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I was trying to bridge the gap, between the great divide. |
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Hung on every recollection, in the theater of their eyes. |
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Picking up on this and that, in the few that still survive. |
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Call em up |
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Dust em off |
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Let em shine |
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The ones who hold onto the ones, they had to leave behind |
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Those that flew, those that fell, |
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The ones that had to stay |
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Beneath a little wooden cross |
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Oceans away |
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They bend like trees in winter, these shuffling old gray lions |
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Though snow white start to gather, like the belt around Orion. |
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Just a touch of faded lightning, of the powerful design, |
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Of the generation gathered, for maybe the last time. |
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Call em up |
| [01:57.31] |
Dust em off |
| [01:59.09] |
Let em shine |
| [02:02.48] |
The ones who hold onto the ones, they had to leave behind |
| [02:08.63] |
Those that flew, those that fell, |
| [02:12.87] |
The ones that had to stay |
| [02:16.13] |
Beneath a little wooden cross |
| [02:19.28] |
Oceans away |
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Oceans away where the green grass sways and the cool wind blows across the |
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shadow of their graves. |
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shoulder to shoulder, back in the day, sleeping bones to rest in Earth |
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Oceans away |
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Oceans away |
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Call em up |
| [03:01.18] |
Dust em off |
| [03:03.31] |
Let em shine |
| [03:07.05] |
The ones who hold onto the ones, they had to leave behind |
| [03:13.48] |
Those that flew, those that fell, |
| [03:17.89] |
The ones that had to stay |
| [03:21.49] |
Beneath a little wooden cross |
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Oceans away |
