We were talking about how all the years go by,
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People and places and the march of time,
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Only memories can take us back there again;
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Like the day on the boat, beneath a clear blue sky,
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When out of the sea they came to jump and fly,
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Now I understand why my friend said,
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"Dolphins make us cry;"
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'Cos this was pure joy the way they laughed and played,
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Skipping and a-dancing through the ocean waves,
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It was pure joy for all to see,
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So why can't we, more often feel that joy of living?
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And we were talking about how in the days gone by,
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We would believe that all our dreams could fly,
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But they fade away, like sunset out of the sky;
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And I was there in a garden where the children play,
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Hearing them singing on a summer's day,
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Made me realise how soon we lose that innocence inside;
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'Cos this was pure joy the way they laughed and played,
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Skipping and a-dancing on that sunny day,
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It was pure joy for all to see,
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So why can't we, more often feel that joy of living?
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(Pure joy, pure joy),
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So why can't we, more often feel that joy of living?
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Sheer joy of living, that joy of living:
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'Cos it was pure joy (the joy of living),
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Pure joy (the joy of living),
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It was pure joy (the joy of living),
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Pure joy, that joy of living.
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Pure Joy
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Chris De Burgh |