War will hit the blue
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Cause they might be the few
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But lines our bended hope
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Like races down in slopes
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But as for me now
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I’ll lay beneath the willow
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Close my heavy eyes
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Dream that I will shine for you
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And then I will be something
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Perfect in your eyes
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And I would make your dreams come true
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War will hit the green
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But most will follow three
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The three like on his belt
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And arching as he knelt
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Intro To The Radio Room
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| Falling Up |
