A Widows Toast

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Specters move like pilot flames
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Their widows toast at St. Angel
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Better times collide with now
The tears were warm, I feel them 
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still
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Their heat to vapor and disperse
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And cloud our eyes with weary glaze
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You raise your glass and may 
exclaim,
"I'll put my hands on the truth by 
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God"
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But it's faster, love, than you and 
me
                          D/F#
Faster than the speed of gravity
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That's how it catches you from 
D/F#
falling
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And how it always, always, always 
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slips away

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Specters move like pilot flames
                            G
Their widows toast at St. Angel
D
Better times collide with now
    Bm
And better times
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And better times are coming still