| I saw a play of your life today
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| You’d never belive me
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| The lines that you spoke were graceful
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| And cut to the core
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| You had everyone gripped
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| At the part
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| Where you wanted the answers
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| You see violent times
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| But you get out alive in the end
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| You learn fear
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| Is just a fleeting thing
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| You learn fear
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| Is just a fleeting thing
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| You meet the love of your life
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| One night in early december
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| Hands gripped away
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| As all eyes fixed to the stage
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| And if ever I saw
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| Hope in all of it’s glory
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| Well this was the part
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| Where you picked up and started again
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| You learn love
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| Is not a fleeting thing
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| You learn love
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| Is not a fleeting thing
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| Give my love to the one
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| That I’ll miss and I’ll always remember
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| Tell him I’ve changed
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| In ways that I wish he could see
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| That I live alone
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| But I’m still doing the music
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| I still think of the time
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| That he stood up to me
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| I think that
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| Is favorite scene
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| I think that
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| Is my favorite scene
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| Yes I think that
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| Is my favorite scene |