| You must have been in a place so dark
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| You couldn’t see the light
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| Reachin' for you through the stormy cloud
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| Now here we are gathered
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| In our little hometown
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| This can’t be the way you were meant to draw a crowd
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| Oh why, that’s what I keep asking
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| Was there anything
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| I could have said or done
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| Oh, and I, I had no clue you were masking
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| A troubled soul, God only knows
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| What went wrong and why
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| You would leave the stage
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| In the middle of a song
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| Now in my mind I keep you frozen
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| As a seventeen-year-old
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| Rounding third to score the winning run
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| You always played with passion
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| No matter what the game
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| When you took the stage you’d shine just like the sun
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| Oh then why, that’s what I keep asking
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| Was there anything
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| I could have said or done
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| Oh, and I, I had no clue you were masking
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| A troubled soul, God only knows
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| What went wrong and why
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| You would leave the stage
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| In the middle of a song
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| Your beautiful song
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| Now the oak trees are swaying
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| In the early autumn breeze
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| And a golden sun is shining on my face
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| Through tangled thoughts I hear
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| A mockingbird sing
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| And whole this old world really ain’t that bad of a place
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| Oh but why, there’s no comprehending
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| And who am I to try to judge or explain
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| Oh, but I, I have one burning question
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| Who told you life wasn’t worth the fight
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| They were wrong and they lied
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| Now you’re gone and they cry
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| 'Cause it’s not like you to walk away
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| In the middle of a song
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| Your beautiful song
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| Your absolutely beautiful song |