Now and then a little thing gets by
Now and then we'll cry
Like a fall in a war, like a mother's open arms
Like a pawn in a game, hard to take
There we sit on a line
Wasting fortunes at a time and pray
All the time we are gone
There's no reason, there's no way
Oh, the soul is the one so they say
There we sit on a line
Wasting fortunes at a time and play
She never thought he'd be this way
Her arms aloft, she holds
But now it's all a memory and it's gone

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