| Sarah, you were five years old
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| When the ceiling fell from its walls
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| Do you remember your height on the walk?
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| You’d be taller now, further to fall
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| Sarah, is this where you were born
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| In this room, on the night of the storm?
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| Do you remember the thundering sound
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| And how you’d cry if I put you down?
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| How you’d cry if I put you down
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| Sarah, I see you every day
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| And though I age, you stay the same
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| How I remember the joy in your eyes
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| That joy still in me, and keeps me alive
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| Oh, it keeps me alive
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| And it keeps you, oh, it keeps you alive |