| We were ring-around-the-rosy children, they were circles around the sun.
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| Never give up, never slow down, never grow old, never ever die young.
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| Synchronized with the rising moon, even with the evening star,
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| they were true love written in stone, they were never alone, they were never
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| that far apart.
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| And we who couldn’t bear to believe they might make it, we got to close our
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| eyes.
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| Cut up our losses into doable doses, ration our tears and sighs.
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| Oh, you could see them on the street on a Saturday night. |
| Everyone used to run
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| them down.
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| They’re a little too sweet, they’re a little too tight, not enough tough for
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| this town.
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| Couldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole, no, it didn’t seem to rattle at all.
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| They were glued together body and soul, that much more with their backs up against the wall.
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| Oh, hold them up, hold them up, never do let them fall
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| prey to the dust and the rust and the ruin that names us and claims us and
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| shames us all.
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| I guess it had to happen someday soon- wasn’t nothing to hold them down.
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| They would rise from among us like a big balloon, take the sky, forsake the
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| ground.
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| Oh, yes, other hearts were broken, yeah, other dreams ran dry
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| but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky.
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| (Let other hearts be broken, let other dreams run dry)
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| but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky,
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| beneath another sky.
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| Hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up,
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| hold them up…
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| (Hold them up, don’t let them fall). |