(A. Scott/Sloan)
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I once knew a pair
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That used to fit very tight
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But now a man's standing tall
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In the wake of this night
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Na na na na na
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His eyes are watering in anger
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At the thought of her sight
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Na na na na na
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The scene of adultery
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Sets the stage for his plight
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On an innocent trip
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How can one ruin so much
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A belief in a soul, in a beauty
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Or in a touch
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Ba ba bada ba
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It's like a three-legged dog
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In search of a crutch
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Ba ba bada ba
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Dissecting in past
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All the motives of such
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She once loved this person in a trial
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Out of sight
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Disposing of the present situation
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It felt right
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Ba ba bada ba
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Two winters and summers
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Passed over like a sound
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Ba ba bada ba
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And now the two of them are lost
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In a screaming battleground
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With support all around him
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Like a fence or a drink
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He realizes in sadness
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That now he must begin to think
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Ba ba bada ba
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To filter his energy
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Upon losses and fame
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Ba ba bada ba
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She'll think of the restful, the peaceful
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Or the gain
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His sister's a friend
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She's like a relative to both
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Obliged to her brother
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Under silhouetted oath
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Ba ba bada ba
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But she's there for the two
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With her bias undone
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Ba ba bada ba
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And she'll help see it through
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Under moonlight or sun
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But today they've still yet
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To look each other in the eye
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And in a second he manages to dip
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To the other side
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Ba ba bada ba
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Up to the people of the sky
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Ba ba bada ba
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And now he'll never die
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PEOPLE OF THE SKY
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Sloan |