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Goodbye England's rose, may you ever grow in our hearts |
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You were the grace that placed itself where lives were torn apart |
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You called out to our country, and you whispered to those in pain. |
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Now you belong to heaven, and the stars spell out your name. |
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And it seems to me you lived your life |
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Like a candle in the wind |
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Never fading with the sunset when the rain set in |
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And your footsteps will always fall here along England's greenest hills |
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Your candles burned out long before your legend ever will. |
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Loveliness we've lost, these empty days without your smile |
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This torch we'll always carry for our nation's golden child |
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And even though we try, the truth brings us to tears |
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All our words cannot express the joy you brought us through the years. |
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And it seems to me you lived your life |
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Like a candle in the wind |
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Never fading with the sunset when the rain set in |
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And your footsteps will always fall here along England's greenest hills |
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Your candles burned out long before your legend ever will. |
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Goodbye England's rose, may you ever grow in our hearts |
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You were the grace that placed itself where lives were torn apart |
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Goodbye England's rose, from a country lost without your soul |
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Who'll miss the wings of your compassion more than you'll ever know. |
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And it seems to me you lived your life |
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Like a candle in the wind |
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Never fading with the sunset when the rain set in |
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And your footsteps will always fall here along England's greenest hills |
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Your candles burned out long before your legend ever will. |
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And your footsteps will always fall here among England's greenest hills |
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Your candles burned out long before your legend ever will. |
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