I wrote inside my yearbook
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a¢æ©«To try is to succeed
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Fried chicken and the rumba
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The colors pink and creama¢æ?
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Ninoy was my first love
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But he said I was too tall
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A rich girl stole the sweetheart
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Of the Rose of Tacloban
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The heart grows slightly colder
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Necessary to survive
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And money makes it easy
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In many people's lives
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The sky above protects us
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Don't know what I will become
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Or what lies beyond tomorrow
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For the Rose of Tacloban
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Elegant women on a magazine page
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Elegant women, like a paper parade
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I don't go out dancing, I just stay at home
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Cutting out their faces, and replacing them with my own
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Cutting out their faces, and replacing them with my own
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The sky above protects us
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Don't know what I will become
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Or what lies beyond tomorrow
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For the Rose of Tacloban
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What lies beyond tomorrow for the Rosea¢æ¡±
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Of Tacloban
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The Rose Of Tacloban
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| Fatboy Slim |
