THE SUMMER DAYS CRAWL BACK AGAIN
AND REMIND US THAT OUR YOUTH IS GONE AND DEAD THANK GOD FOR YOU MY FRIEND
THANK GOD FOR YOU MY FRIEND
THANK GOD FOR YOU MY FRIEND
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THE CITY OVERTHROWN
IS NO PLACE FOR ME TO BE ALONE
A CHILD CRIES FROM ABOVE
AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO BUT LOVE
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THE COLOR FROM YOUR MIND
IS ENOUGH TO KEEP THE FAITH ALIVE
THE COLOR IN YOUR EYES
IS ENOUGH TO KEEP THE SOUL ALIVE
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YOUR WAKING HEART
IN THE CITY GONE TO BED
YOUR WAKING HEART, WAKING UP
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ANOTHER TIME I CRAWL BACK AGAIN
INTO THE LITTLE PLACE WHERE I BEGAN
JUST AN EMPTY ROOM
NEITHER ONE OF US COULD RUN
FROM ME OR YOU

THANK GOD FOR YOU MY FRIEND
THANK GOD FOR YOU MY FRIEND
THANK GOD FOR YOU MY FRIEND
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A BROTHER’S WISH IS PLAIN
TO LIVE INSIDE A SONG THAT CAN REMAIN
THE COLOR FROM YOUR MIND
IS ENOUGH TO KEEP MY FAITH ALIVE
THE COLOR IN YOUR VOICE
REMINDS ME THAT I ALWAYS HAVE A CHOICE
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YOUR WAKING HEART
IN THE CITY GONE TO BED
YOUR WAKING HEART, WAKING UP