| I never knew you
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| But then who really did?
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| If you were at all like me
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| You managed to keep yourself hid
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| A patchwork quilt of a life
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| Memories embroidered
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| On your soul
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| So please forgive me
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| For putting you in my song
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| But the spirit she moves me
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| In fact she pushes me along
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| It’s a patchwork quilt of a life
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| Can’t stop the river
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| Just let it roll
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| We were at Jones Beach
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| When we got the word
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| Saddest sound that I ever heard
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| The bluest note that nobody could play
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| Ravens sang with us that night on the stage
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| Tears of sadness, tears of rage
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| But nobody spoke, we all felt old
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| And in the way
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| So walk beside me
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| Or above me, I don’t know
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| These days it sure seems
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| I’m lost where ever I go
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| God, how could you, I heard someone say
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| And what do we do with our lives now anyway?
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| Now that our North Star can no longer be found
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| But there’s a banjo moon in a tie-dyed sky
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| Hippies dance and babies cry
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| Church bells ring as a silver-haired angel look down
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| And the blood of his music runs through the veins of our guitars
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| Bright lights, dark Star
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| I never knew you
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| But then who really did
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| If you were at all like me
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| You managed to keep yourself hid |