Have you ever been listening to a song, and suddenly started crying, and not known why?<\/p>\n
Anyway, this is what did it.<\/p>\n
\nSome will strut and some will fret
\nSee this an hour on the stage
\nOthers will not but they’ll sweat
\nIn their hopelessness in their rage
\nWe’re all the same the men of anger and the women of the page<\/p>\n
They published your diary and that’s how I got to know you
\nKey to the room of your own and a mind without end
\nAnd here’s a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time
\nAnd the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend<\/p>\n
So I know I’m alright life will come and life will go
\nStill I feel it’s alright cause I just got a letter to my soul
\nWhen my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
\nEmpty pages for the no longer young
\nThe apathy of time laughs in my face
\nYou said, “Each life has its place”<\/p>\n
The hatches were battened the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
\nThe battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
\nIf you need to know that you weathered the storm of cruel mortality
\nA hundred years later I’m sitting here living proof<\/p>\n
So you know you’re alright life will come and life will go
\nStill you feel it’s alright someone’ll get a letter to your soul
\nWhen your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
\nEmpty pages for the no longer young
\nThe apathy of time laughed in your face
\nDid you hear me say, “Each life has its place”<\/p>\n
The place where you hold me dark in a pocket of truth
\nThe moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
\nAnd so it was for you when the river eclipsed your life
\nAnd sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me and it was my rebirth<\/p>\n
Emily:
\nSo we know we’re alright
\nThough life will come and life will go
\nStill you’ll feel it’s alright
\nSomeone’ll get a letter to your soul
\nThen you know you’re alright
\nThen you feel you’re alright
\nAnd you hear dry your eyes
\nAnd you know it’s alright
\nAnd you hear dry your eyes
\nAnd you know it’s alright
\nAnd it’s alright
\nAmy:
\nAlright
\nThough life will come and life will go
\nAlright
\nSomeone gets your soul
\nWhen my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
\nEmpty pages for the no longer young
\nYou said
\nEach life has it’s place
\nYou said
\nEach life has it’s place
\nIt’ll be alright
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