| Oo-oo... | |
| We build a nation, | |
| A place to belong. | |
| We were hand, | |
| Hand in glove. | |
| We never had enough. | |
| Somehow we failed, | |
| Somewhere derailed. | |
| Oh, my heart broke down. | |
| It will never be the same. | |
| Never be the same. | |
| This has been an illusion, | |
| But how could I have known? | |
| I’m writing down all my conclusions, | |
| So I could let you go. | |
| Oo-oo... | |
| This is what we lost: | |
| A future and a cause | |
| Full of ideals, | |
| fanned for belief, | |
| Backbone to the spirit. | |
| Still I can’t believe it. | |
| This is called a disillusion, | |
| But how could I have known? | |
| Writing down all my conclusions. | |
| It’s time to let you go. | |
| This has been an illusion | |
| Of all we ever had. | |
| I’m writing down all my conclusions, | |
| So I will not forget. | |
| Oo-oo... |
| Oooo... | |
| We build a nation, | |
| A place to belong. | |
| We were hand, | |
| Hand in glove. | |
| We never had enough. | |
| Somehow we failed, | |
| Somewhere derailed. | |
| Oh, my heart broke down. | |
| It will never be the same. | |
| Never be the same. | |
| This has been an illusion, | |
| But how could I have known? | |
| I' m writing down all my conclusions, | |
| So I could let you go. | |
| Oooo... | |
| This is what we lost: | |
| A future and a cause | |
| Full of ideals, | |
| fanned for belief, | |
| Backbone to the spirit. | |
| Still I can' t believe it. | |
| This is called a disillusion, | |
| But how could I have known? | |
| Writing down all my conclusions. | |
| It' s time to let you go. | |
| This has been an illusion | |
| Of all we ever had. | |
| I' m writing down all my conclusions, | |
| So I will not forget. | |
| Oooo... |
| Oooo... | |
| We build a nation, | |
| A place to belong. | |
| We were hand, | |
| Hand in glove. | |
| We never had enough. | |
| Somehow we failed, | |
| Somewhere derailed. | |
| Oh, my heart broke down. | |
| It will never be the same. | |
| Never be the same. | |
| This has been an illusion, | |
| But how could I have known? | |
| I' m writing down all my conclusions, | |
| So I could let you go. | |
| Oooo... | |
| This is what we lost: | |
| A future and a cause | |
| Full of ideals, | |
| fanned for belief, | |
| Backbone to the spirit. | |
| Still I can' t believe it. | |
| This is called a disillusion, | |
| But how could I have known? | |
| Writing down all my conclusions. | |
| It' s time to let you go. | |
| This has been an illusion | |
| Of all we ever had. | |
| I' m writing down all my conclusions, | |
| So I will not forget. | |
| Oooo... |
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