We were ring-around-the-rosy children, they were circles around the sun.
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Never give up, never slow down, never grow old, never ever die young.
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Synchronized with the rising moon, even with the evening star,
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they were true love written in stone, they were never alone, they were never that far apart.
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And we who couldn't bear to believe they might make it, we got to close our eyes.
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Cut up our losses into doable doses, ration our tears and sighs.
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Oh, you could see them on the street on a Saturday night. Everyone used to run them down.
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They're a little too sweet, they're a little too tight, not enough tough for this town.
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Couldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole, no, it didn't seem to rattle at all.
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They were glued together body and soul, that much more with their backs up against the wall.
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Oh, hold them up, hold them up, never do let them fall
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prey to the dust and the rust and the ruin that names us and claims us and shames us all.
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I guess it had to happen someday soon- wasn't nothing to hold them down.
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They would rise from among us like a big balloon, take the sky, forsake the ground.
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Oh, yes, other hearts were broken, yeah, other dreams ran dry
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but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky.
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(Let other hearts be broken, let other dreams run dry)
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but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky, beneath another sky.
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Hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up...
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(Hold them up, don't let them fall).
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Never Die Young
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James Taylor |