Like ghosts we both appear,
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In this polaroid I'll treasure through the years. (years)
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Full of promise and of smiles,
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We are happily quite ignorant of pain.
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And oh, how life can quickly change,
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You can't predict the rain
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Or second-guess the stars,
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To find some method in the mad,
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Or some goodness in the bad men
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That now and then block our way.
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And as ghosts we'll disappear again,
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Back into photographs they'll scatter through the years.
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Friends assumed we'd moved away.
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No, we're just hibernating.
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And oh, how life can quickly change,
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You can't predict the rain
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Or second-guess the stars, Nooooo,
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To find some method in the mad,
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Just some goodness in the bad men
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That now and then block our way.
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Ghosts
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Mr Hudson |