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| E | | May you ever | grow in our hearts |
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| B | | You were the grace that | placed itself |
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| E | | Where lives were torn | apart |
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| B | | You called out to our | country |
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| E | | And you whispered | to those in pain |
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| B | | Now you belong to | heaven |
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| E | | And the stars spell out your | name |
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| | | F# | | | And it | seems to me you lived your live |
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| | | B | E | | | Like a | candle in the wind | |
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| | | B | | | Never | fading with the sunset |
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| | | E | | | And your | footsteps will always fall here |
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| | | B | | | Along | England's greenest hills |
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| | | F# | | | Your candles burned out | long before |
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| E | | These empty days | without your smile |
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| B | | This torch we'll always | carry |
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| E | | For our nation's golden | child |
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| E | | The | truth brings us to tears |
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| B | | All our words can | not express |
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| E | | The joy you brought us through the | years |
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And it seems to me you lived your live ... |
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| E | | May you ever | grow in our hearts |
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| B | | You were the grace that | placed itself |
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| E | | Where lives were torn | apart |
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| E | | From a country lost | without your soul |
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| B | | Who'll miss the wings of your com | passion |
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| E | | More than you'll ever | know |
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And it seems to me you lived your live ... |
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