| He wasn’t famous but I sure did love him
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| I’ve got his picture in a little frame
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| He lost his life to a big disease before it even had a name
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| But there’s so many more and I’ve lost count
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| The hows and whys aren’t important now
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| All that matters is they came around
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| And brightened up our lives
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| She was twenty one with her life ahead
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| You don’t need to know her name
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| She breathed her last on the cold stone floor of a Hollywood arcade
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| But fate’s right hand isn’t always just
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| Puts a lot of pressure on your faith and trust
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| She was just a little girl isn’t that enough
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| To rage against the day
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| And how did we get so lucky?
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| Targets on the rifle range
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| Who makes the call and who gets to choose?
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| Who gets to win and who gets to lose?
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| It’s like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
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| And blues never fade away
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| Hey hey the colors run when the rain falls
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| But blues never fade away
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| He shone so bright with a lust for life
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| Like the sun king that he was
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| His passions hung upon his walls and were printed onto cloth
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| And for reasons i never understood
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| About the choices made between the bad and good
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| I’ve tried to figure out but
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| The pain never goes away
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| And there’s marble markers and little white crosses
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| Along the beaten path
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| And I’ve spread their ashes on the wind
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| And I miss John Lennon’s laugh |