| Lady be good was a bomber
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| U.S. Air force 1943
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| She crashed into the dunes of the Libyan desert
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| And wasn’t seen 'till 58
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| The crew had crawled to the north, starved and baked
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| While a cold oasis lay behind them a few miles the other way
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| Listen to the sand
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| Listen to the ground
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| There’s always gonna be another way out
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| I am your shade in the morning
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| You are my shadow at dusk
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| And the music our foot prints ride is permanent
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| More permanent than sound
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| Listen to the sand
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| Listen to the ground
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| There’s always gonna be another way out
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| I am your shade in the morning
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| You are my shadow at dusk
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| And the music our foot prints ride is permanent
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| More permanent than sound
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| Deborah Knapp
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| She and I were in 8th grade together
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| We were learning how to flirt
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| And I remember how her friends all told me
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| «Ask her out and she’ll fly over the moon.»
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| But I didn’t, and she shot herself that June
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| This is not where the song was going
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| This is not what I meant to write
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| But all at once, the worm is hatched
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| The apple turns and the orchard dies
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| And your heart is full of something
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| Thick and uninvited
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| The fever of another heart hatching deep inside of it
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| Listen to the sand
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| Listen to the ground
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| There’s always gonna be another way out
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| I am your shade in the morning
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| You are my shadow at dusk
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| And the music our foot prints ride is permanent
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| More permanent than sound
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| Listen to the sand
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| Listen to the ground
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| There’s always gonna be another way out
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| I am your shade in the morning
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| You are my shadow at dusk
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| And the music our foot prints ride is permanent
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| More permanent than sound
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| Listen to the sand
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| Listen to the ground
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| There’s always gonna be another way out
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| I am your shade in the morning
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| You are my shadow at dusk
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| And the music our foot prints ride is permanent
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| More permanent than sound
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| Let the violins forgive their bows
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| And the marching drums forgive their drummer
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| And let the song forgive the singer
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| Forgive me
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| And let love forgive the lovers
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| No need to be good now |