| There are moments in time
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| That get stuck in your mind
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| You’ll always remember what you were doing and where
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| When the poles seem to shift
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| And the world went adrift
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| They’ll stay with you forever, they’ll always be there
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| Now far too many days have passed without you
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| We’ve heard far too many words you haven’t said
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| Though more than ever life was all about you
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| You made us live on memories instead
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| Who saw the writing on the wall
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| Who knew this day would end by dawning
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| How the thunder hit us all
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| That sad and cold November morning
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| God must have taken a wrong turn that day
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| Busy passing time but losing his way
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| And those moments in time
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| Without reason or rhyme
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| By themselves incidental
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| Lost in daily routine
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| Watching news on TV
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| Washing up, making tea
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| Hardly monumental
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| Suddenly happen in a dream
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| Who saw the writing on the wall
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| Who knew this day would end by dawning
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| How the thunder hit us all
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| That sad and cold November morning
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| God must been in a strange mood that day
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| Did really want to take the music away
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| Now far too many words were said about you
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| We’ve heard far too many songs you haven’t played
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| For all the things that life won’t be without you
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| But you never realize until too late
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| Who saw the writing on the wall
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| Who knew this day would end by dawning
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| How the thunder hit us all
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| That sad and cold November morning
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| Who saw the writing on the wall
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| Who knew this day would end by dawning
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| How the thunder hit us all
|
| That sad and cold November morning
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| God must been in a strange mood that day
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| Did really want to take the music away |