| Spent the morning — unaware
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| Spent the daytime — didn’t care
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| Spent the evening — drawing breath
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| Spent the nightime — fearing death
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| One more down some more to go
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| Then I’ll know or I won’t know
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| If all the songs I hear you sing
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| Are everything or anything
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| Saw a picture I didn’t know
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| Of a football game played 50 years ago
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| You see the jersey’s being worn so proud
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| But look behind them, look up at the crowd
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| A sea of heads pointing right up to the sky
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| Some of them are still with us and some of them have died
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| I think the one’s who’ve left are still with us aswell
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| Cause I can hear them when the voices start to swell
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| One more down some more to go
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| Then I’ll know or I won’t know
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| If all the songs I hear you sing
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| Are everything or anything
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| Well I hear you, I don’t see you
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| Yes I hear you but I don’t see you
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| But it won’t be long till I’m gone
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| And then I’ll know if my ears or eyes are wrong
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| Spent the morning — unaware
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| Spend the daytime — didn’t care
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| Spent the evening — drawing breath
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| Spent the nightime — fearing death
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| One more down some more to go
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| Then I’ll know or I won’t know
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| If all the songs I hear you sing
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| Are everything or anything
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| One more down some more to go
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| Then I’ll know or I won’t know
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| If all the songs I hear you sing
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| Are everything or anything |