| Dry your eyes and take your song out
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| It’s a newborn afternoon
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| And if you can’t recall the singer
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| You can still recall the tune
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| Dry your eyes and play it slowly
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| Like you’re marching off to war
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| Sing it like you know he’d want it
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| Like we sang it once before
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| And from the center of the circle
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| To the midst of the waiting crowd
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| If it ever be forgotten
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| Sing it long and sing it loud
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| And come dry your eyes
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| And it taught us more about giving
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| Than we ever cared to know
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| But we came to find the secret
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| And we never let it go
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| And it was more than being holy
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| Oh it was less than being free
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| And if you can’t recall the reason
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| Can you hear the people sing
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| Right through the lightning and the thunder
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| To the dark side of the moon
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| To that distant falling angel
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| That descended much too soon
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| And come dry your eyes
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| Come dry your eyes |