I saw you in your mourning
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Because my room was just the same
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Through imaginary walls of masking tape
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And somewhere past the quiet
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I think I, I heard you growing up
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And I, well I don¡¯t think I¡¯ll ever be the same
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And Dad was there beside us
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He¡¯d sing us into dreams
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Of good ole¡¯ Blue and seen old roads
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To die on
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And river days of heat and haze
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We¡¯d run until the sun would fade
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And he¡¯d carry us up to our beds at night
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CHORUS:
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And now we see this different angle
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A second glance of life
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In a world where fathers leave their boys
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For the finer things
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I can still remember laughing
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So hard it hurts my heart
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To think that we were just the lucky few
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And all along I never even knew
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The light of day upon us
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But now the scenery had changed
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The Coventry was gone ¡®fore noon arises
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Just bigger boys with bigger toys
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And separate rooms to stop the noise
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And we, we¡¯re still to young to know the finest call
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But the holidays and candles brought the aging of our youth
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The burning of all the innocence
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Disguising all the truth
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But our sunburned skin kept the taste of the salt
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To fire the feelings we¡¯d always fought
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We¡¯d found a new companion just ¡®fore the fall
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REPEAT CHORUS
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A season brought us back again
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Just the three of us, alone
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And if you ever see my heart fall again
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Please pick it up, and bring it home
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I saw you in your mourning
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Because my room was just the same
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Through imaginary walls of masking tape
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And somewhere past the quiet
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I think I heard you growing up
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And I, well I don¡¯t think I¡¯ll ever be the same
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Somewhere Past the Quiet
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Bebo Norman |