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The only girl I've ever loved
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Was born with roses in her eyes
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But then they buried her alive
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One evening 1945
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With just her sister at her side
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And only weeks before the guns
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All came and rained on everyone
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Now she's a little boy in Spain
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Playing pianos filled with flames
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On empty rings around the sun
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All sing to say my dream has come
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But now we must pick up every piece
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Of the life we used to love
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Just to keep ourselves
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At least enough to carry on
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And now we ride the circus wheel
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With your dark brother wrapped in white
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Says it was good to be alive
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But now he rides a comet's flame
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And won't be coming back again
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The Earth looks better from a star
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That's right above from where you are
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He didn't mean to make you cry
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With sparks that ring and bullets fly
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On empty rings around your heart
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The world just screams and falls apart
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But now we must pick up every piece
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Of the life we used to love
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Just to keep ourselves
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At least enough to carry on
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And here's where your mother sleeps
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And here is the room where your brothers were born
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Indentions in the sheets
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Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
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And it's so sad to see the world agree
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That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
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All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes
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Holland, 1945
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Neutral Milk Hotel |