| It could have been any other three
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| Time was on our side then
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| This time either side of the sliding door
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| His was always open
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| Now I know how it feels to miss the train
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| And we can never come home again
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| Home again
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| No, I did not feel the desert then
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| 'Cause he was always making rain
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| It could have been any other three
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| For an accidental family
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| Till I heard a guitar laugh, saw a raccoon cap
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| Come shuffling down the driveway
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| Now I knew by the time my first song ended
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| That we’d befriend and be befriended
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| Home again
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| Each of us, our disbelief suspended
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| Till he said
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| It sounds like a record
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| Of kids in the backyard
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| Climbing down the dark ladder
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| Playing, singing, capturing
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| A song that made the world
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| A touch more beautiful
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| Sounds like a record
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| Of tears and laughter
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| And friends on a learning curve
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| Their one devotion
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| To a song that made the world
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| A touch more beautiful
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| Sounds like a record
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| Sounds like a record
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| Sounds like a record
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| Sounds like a record
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| Just as every stone rolls through night
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| We roll to a new day
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| Just as every yearling flew the coup
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| We all hit the highway
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| A-la da-da-da
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| A-la da-da-da
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| A-la da-da-da
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| A-la da-da-da
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| I’ll know
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| A-la da-da-da
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| A-la da-da-da
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| A-la da-da-da
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| A-la da-da-da
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| I don’t I know the
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| Kinder side of time gave me your name
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| Don’t I know time holds the reins
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| I know it well
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| Enough to tell
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| How lucky my aim
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| If just for that spell to have landed in your frame |