| He was a child of the black hills
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| He was restless, he was wild
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| And the blaze that was his life would not burn long
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| Until he found his perfect other
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| Who made him sing inside
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| And he remembered all the words to sacred songs
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| The road was hard
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| He wore it’s scars
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| He laughed with pride and lord, he stood so tall
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| He said «family is what matters most of all»
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| I hear your voice
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| I see your smile
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| I’m gonna bring your spirit to me for a while
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| And so it goes
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| The years they fly
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| This is how we say goodbye
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| She was a child of little italy
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| A princess shining bright
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| She would sing and dance, by one and all she was adored
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| At sixteen she met the man
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| That she would love for all her life
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| And wait for him to come back from the war
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| And children came
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| The love remained
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| Through all the joys and storms the fates could call
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| She said «family is what matters most of all»
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| I hear your voice
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| I see your smile
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| I’m gonna bring your spirit to me for a while
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| And so it goes
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| The years they fly
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| This is how we say goodbye
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| But every life goes on inside those that remain
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| And every dream comes home to rest
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| And there’s no need to hide
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| From sorrow or from pain
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| They help me to remember you best
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| So they met on one unlikely day
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| The princess and the brave
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| The time it took to share some coffee was so small
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| Yet they knew each other’s wisdom songs
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| From a million miles away
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| They said «family is what matters most of all»
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| I hear your voice
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| I see your smile
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| I’m gonna bring your spirit to me for a while
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| And so it goes
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| The years they fly
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| This is how we say goodbye |