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This year, oh what's the look this year |
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Is it the look of things to come |
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Has it all been said, has it all been done |
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The sun upon the sea |
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Did you dress that way for me |
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This year everyone just stood around |
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And watched my family tree burn down |
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Watched it crumble on the ground |
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Making no protesting sound |
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As if justice was finally found |
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And anything beautiful |
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That you can contrive |
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Has no desire to survive |
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This year the mirror the wall |
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It cracked right through the middle |
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And spring turned into fall |
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Love the most beautiful killer of them all |
