(Crowe/Cochran)
Look at the green grass
All the white stone masts
Your ship ain't going nowhere baby
You can't sail away from this
Memorial day
Come every April
I hear the shadows call
By the time May comes around
I know that history only exists
Because of war
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I understand the need to
Respect the dead
Learn from them
I understand there's more to this
More to this than counting baby
More to this than counting
I wear my grand dad's medals
The ones he wouldn't wear
They represented destruction to him
They feel like freedom
When you look at them from here
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Memorial day
Memorial day
Yesterday was significant
If yesterday you were alive
The things that were important
When you woke up yesterday
Just remember who you were,
Adjust for flight
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Memorial day