My mother went this morning,
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October in the fall.
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There wasn't any warning,
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And no good friends to call.
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It's just water under the bridge,
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It's just water under the bridge.
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Is this time to wipe my eyes,
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From staring at the sun?
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All day long I heard the blackbird sing,
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What's it take to make him cry?
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The sermon was empty,
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And there are clouds in my eyes.
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Mom and Dad turned to ashes and just blew away.
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Slip away little darlin',
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Your angles are long gone.
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They're in the flame of a candle that's melting a new dawn.
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(Chorus)
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For the rest of our lives we could live so free,
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Like a million flying birds.
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But I don't remember if it was you or me,
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Who sang these dying words...
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(Chorus)
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Under the Bridge
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