Phone call, Sunday afternoon
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Springtime, this flower's lost its bloom
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I was not there, and it is not fair
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Your innocence and youth
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Carried you this far
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Just to be removed
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And tonight, the stars will shine
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And fill my life, you've left me behind
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She's walking through the blue and the gold, the new and the old
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With the ancient Father, of every daughter
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I know that we'll make it through this night
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Dreaming, a panoramic view
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Canvas memories, bring me back to you
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We lived and laughed, we lived so fast
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I can't stand to see the truth
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Now your masterpiece
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It paints the news[<!--Lyrics End-->]
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Blue And Gold
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| Nothing More |
