| Dry your eyes, 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, can you still recall the tune?
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| Dry your eyes, play it slowly, just like you’re marching off to war
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| Sing it like you always wanted, like you sung it once before
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| And from the center of the circle, to the big waiting crowd
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| If it ever is forgotten, sing it long and sing it loud
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| And come dry your eyes
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| And you taught us more about living, than we ever cared to know
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| And we came to learn a secret, and we never let it go
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| And it was more than being holy, it was less than being free
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| And if you can’t recall the reason, can you hear the people see
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| Right through the lightening and the thunder, to the dark side of the moon
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| Through that distant falling angel, that descended much too soon
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| Come dry your eyes
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| Dry your eyes, 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, you can still recall the tune
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| Come dry your eyes
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| Come dry your eyes
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| Dry your eyes |