| the seconds on the day of the easter parade
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| there was a flower child
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| running as fast as she can
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| a new shade of rays and some bucket shoes
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| and an angel of mercy strung from her hand like a balloon
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| is this what you want, is this what you need
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| she whispered in her ear
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| the day of love has come and are you awake?
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| the sidewalk surfer through the colorful crowd
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| she is an island
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| happy as happy can be the hums and the drums of the marching band
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| and now they say
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| she ran and she ran through the city
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| careful what you do, careful what you say
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| and the angel disappeared
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| the day of love has come make no mistake
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| she picks up her feet and she’s through the crowd
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| with a desperate shout
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| pushing the pushers around
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| she tears down the stairs and she’s onto the streets
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| through the barricades waving her hands to the sky
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| she stops right in front of the marching band
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| and raises her voice
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| the day of love has come stop the parade
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| nobody cares that you finally fell in love
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| nobody really gives a damn dooby dooby do wah
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| nobody cares…
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| nobody stops the marching band
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| eleven dancing girls in the pink and blue
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| and they’re smiling
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| the sun’s on the new polished brass
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| half a dozen boots and the lonely sound of the clarinet
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| pushing and pulling on the crowd
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| left foot up and left foot down and music to the sky
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| the day of love is come let’s have a parade
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| Two darks suits in the uniform from the side of the street
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| come a runnin’as fast as they can
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| she pleeds on her knees to the officers
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| you must understand I have had a revelation
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| and I insist that you here me out
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| but they drag her away
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| the day of love has come so you say
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| she picks herself up and she dusted off
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| then spun around
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| holding her head in her hand
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| two deep breaths and she’s headed home
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| with the angel of mercy strung from her hand like a balloon
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| is this what you want? |
| is this what you need?
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| she whispered in her ear
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| the day of love has come and are you awake?
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| she sits in the window
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| the one by the door
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| the one with the sun on the shade
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| she looks at the smiles of the crowd on the street
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| watching the easter parade
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| nobody cares that you finally fell in love
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| nobody really gives a damn
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| nobody cares that you finally fell in love
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| nobody stops the marching band |