| See the girls stand by a door
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| See the old friends sit and talk
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| See the painters, paint once more
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| He’s seen it all
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| But he ain’t seen this before
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| And I might of heard it wrong
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| But I hear the day has come
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| See your father, in your mothers arms
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| See the buildings built up tall
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| See the writers write them small
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| They’ve seen it all
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| But they ain’t seen this before
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| And I might of heard it wrong
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| But I hear the day has come
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| See the river runs
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| I hear it runs every night
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| The misty Sun
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| Where cool lovers lie
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| I could swear, it might all just be alright
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| See the painters paint once more
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| They’ve seen it all
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| But they ain’t seen this before
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| And I might of heard it wrong
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| But I hear the day has come
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| I might of heard it wrong
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| But I hear the day has come |