| She was reading a book that she’d already read
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| Just to pass the time
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| He just sat there and stared at the TV set
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| Like he was barely alive
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| And when the local news was over
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| They would climb the stairs
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| And crawl in bed underneath the covers
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| Like neither one was there
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| And it’s a long, long way
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| Across the great divide
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| The songs that they once sang
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| Now echo far and wide
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| They could still get back
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| All the love that they have lost
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| But only if they both will reach across
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| 'Cause it’s a long, long way to the other side
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| Of the great divide
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| He was up in the attic on the fourth of July
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| 'Cause they flew a flag in the yard
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| When he found some old roses she had long ago dried
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| Before they drifted apart
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| And how the years had slipped right by them
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| He didn’t understand
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| He carried a petal into the kitchen
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| And he placed it in her hand
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| And it’s a long, long way
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| Across the great divide
|
| The songs that they once sang
|
| Now echo far and wide
|
| They could still get back
|
| All the love that they have lost
|
| But only if they both will reach across
|
| 'Cause it’s a long, long way to the other side
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| Of the great divide |