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Baby Blue I can see the pictures of me and ask "do I look so different than anyone else?" I can hear them marching near and feel the steady pounding of a heart. With every step this open door -- a mission for a love lost long ago. I welcome its return. Years gone by, no time to cry a prayer for me as I watch my bridges burn. I was like you, I never knew how I could be a victim of our red, white, and blue. I work the day, I earn my pay, I want to find a way back to my baby blue. I still can see pictures of me and ask "do I look so different than anyone else?"
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