(James Taylor)
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Shall I tell it again how we started as friends
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Who would run into one another now and again
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At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree
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Or a dozen different everyday places to be
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I was loping along living alone
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We were ever so brave on the telephone
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Would you care to come down for fireworks time
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We could each just reach
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We step out of line
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And the smell of the smoke and the lay of the land
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and the feeling of finding one's heart in one's hand
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and the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing
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"love must stand"
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Love forever and ever must stand
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Unbelievable you, impossible me
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The fool who fell out of the family tree
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The fellow that found the philosopher's stone
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Deep underground like a dinosaur bone
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Who fell into you at a quarter to two
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With a tear in your eye for the Fourth of July
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For the patriots and the minutemen
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And the things you believe they believed in then
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Such as freedom, and freedom's land
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And the kingdom of God and the rights of man
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With the tiny tin voice of the radio band
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Singing "love must stand"
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Love forever and ever must stand
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And forever must stand
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Oh the smell of the smoke as we lay on the land
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and the feeling of finding my heart in my hand
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with the tiny tin voice of the radio band
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singing "love must stand"
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love forever and ever must stand
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All on the Fourth of July
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On the Fourth of July
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On the Fourth of July
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| James Taylor |
