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Harold, Steve, Tom and Bob From all of us you tried to rob

the men we thought could never die leaving us to wonder why

to wonder why, they had to go and how we could stand to miss them so

to miss them so more everyday the pain we feel just won't go away

(It just won't go away)

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So tell me death where is your sting you ain't showin me a thing

for all of us our time may be near be we're crossin over without fear

without the fear you try to sell erupting from your fiery hell

you see you never had a chance to rob Harold, Steve, Tom or Bob


We curse the death that took these men from wives and sisters, brothers and friends

from sons and daughters who loved their fathers who still are sad but now they'd rather

imagine them, with angels wings flying high continuing

to defy the death that tried to rob Harold, Steve, Tom and Bob


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