| Let 'em tell us stories
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| As we lie in the fields
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| And watch the birds soar above
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| Let 'em tell us of love and loss
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| How we’ll live and how we’ll die
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| Cos they say he once was
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| Somebody with a black suit
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| And good shoes
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| And a perfect smile
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| Who makes me want to ask
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| Was it in the mad loves
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| And the big fights
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| So was it in a small change
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| And the passing of day
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| So was it in the giving up
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| And the getting on
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| Oh, was it in the mad love
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| So was it in the mad love
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| So was it in the mad love
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| And the big fights
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| Let 'em tell us stories
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| As we lie in the fields
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| And watch the clouds pass above
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| How paper burns and pictures fade
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| Only melody remains
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| And sure enough he laughs as if he knows
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| Makes me want to ask
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| Was it in the mad loves
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| And the big fights
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| So was it in the right words
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| At the right times
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| Was it in the giving up
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| And the moving on
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| Oh, was it in the mad love
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| So was it in the mad love
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| So was it in the mad love
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| So was it in the little things
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| We all want
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| We all want
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| We all want
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| Was it in the mad loves
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| And the big fights
|
| So was it in the small change
|
| And the passing of day
|
| So was it in the giving up
|
| And the getting on
|
| Oh, was it in the mad love
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| So was it in the mad love
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| So was it in the mad love
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| So was it in the mad love
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| So was it in the mad love
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| And the big fights |