And in the streets: the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: The father, son, and the holy ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died.
I know you may not be talking about this, but hey. CTY. Miss you.
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The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
I know you may not be talking about this, but hey. CTY. Miss you.
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CAUSE I SAW YOU DANCIN IN THE GYM!
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