(George Michael And David Austin)
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She takes the back road and the lane
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Past the school that has not changed
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In all this time
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She thinks of when the boy was young
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All the battles she had won
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Just to give him life
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That man
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She loved that man
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For all his life
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But now we meet to take him flowers
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And only god knows why
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For what's the use in pressing palms
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When children fade in mother's arms
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It's a cruel world
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We've so much to lose
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And what we have to learn, we rarely choose
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So if it's god who took her son
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He cannot be the one living in her mind
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Take care my love, she said
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Don't think that god is dead
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Take care my love, she said
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You have been loved
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If i was weak, forgive me
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But i was terrified
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You brushed my eyes with angels wings, full of love
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The kind that makes devils cry
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So these days
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My life has changed
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And i'll be fine
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But she just sits and counts the hours
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Searching for her crime
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So what's the use of pressing palms
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If you won't keep such love from harm
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It's a cruel world
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You've so much to prove
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And heaven help the ones who wait for you
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Well i've no daughters, i've no sons
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Guess i'm the only one
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Living in my life
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Take care my love, he said
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Don't think that god is dead
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Take care my love, he said
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You have been loved
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You Have Been Loved
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| George Michael |
