A mirror image of a silver sky,
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nests of pines and brandy wines, build this country to the sky
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Do you remember now, the oblivion of youthful minds,
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caught up in the fashions of their time...
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Roll away,
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I can see that clearly now, every time I look into this
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mirror image of a silver sky,
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nests of pines and brandy wine, build this country to the sky
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What would they say?
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God is here in this country by the sky
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A mirror image of a silver sky,
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nests of pines and brandy wines, build this country to the sky
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Piecemeal of yesteryear,
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a stained glass moment marking time,
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with full intent on my 22 year old mind
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Roll away,
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I can see that clearly now,
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every time I look into this mirror image of a silver sky,
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nests of pines and brandy wine, build this country to the sky
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What would they say?
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God is here in this country by the sky
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Conroy
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Cake |