| The only girl I’ve ever loved
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| Was born with roses in her eyes
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| But then they buried her alive
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| One evening, 1945
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| With just her sister at her side
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| And only weeks before the guns
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| All came and rained on everyone
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| Now she’s a little boy in Spain
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| Playing pianos filled with flames
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| On empty rings around the sun
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| All sing to say my dream has come
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| But now we must pick up every piece
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| Of the life we used to love
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| Just to keep ourselves
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| At least enough to carry on
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| And now we ride the circus wheel
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| With your dark brother wrapped in white
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| Says it was good to be alive
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| But now he rides a comet’s flame
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| And won’t be coming back again
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| The Earth looks better from a star
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| That’s right above from where you are
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| He didn’t mean to make you cry
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| With sparks that ring and bullets fly
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| On empty rings around your heart
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| The world just screams and falls apart
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| But now we must pick up every piece
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| Of the life we used to love
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| Just to keep ourselves
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| At least enough to carry on
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| And here’s where your mother sleeps
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| And here is the room where your brothers were born
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| Indentions in the sheets
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| Where their bodies once moved but don’t move anymore
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| And it’s so sad to see the world agree
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| That they’d rather see their faces filled with flies
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| All when I’d want to keep white roses in their eyes |