| Candle wax, like a river on the concrete
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| Fears will fly if you let them
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| Patterned-leather dress, shoes on a baby’s feet
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| Is he too young to tell him
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| People come and gather round
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| Only love can lift us now
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| We find our common thread
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| Over tear-stained ground
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| Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down
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| White knuckles, cotton beads on a rosary
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| Hoping one has an answer
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| You hung it on the mirror only as a novelty
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| But now you squeeze it 'til your hands hurt
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| People come and gather round
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| Only love can lift us now
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| We find our common thread
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| Over tear-stained ground
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| Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down
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| Oh, lay 'em down
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| Another bad sign, another hard time
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| you can’t ignore
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| This ain’t the first time
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| This ain’t the last time
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| Trouble’s flying at your door
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| People come, people come
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| Oh, people come and gather round
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| Only love can lift us now
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| Only love can lift us now
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| We find our common thread
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| Over tear-stained ground
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| Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down
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| Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down
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| (Raise our voices up)
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| Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down
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| Oh, lay 'em down |