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Ticker tape flutters to the ground |
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The young man standing in the crowd |
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Waves a paper flag flutter |
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And all his thoughts he is proud |
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Dropping far away |
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By the grace of god we will go on |
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By the grace of god we will go on |
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But time is crucified |
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Songs from our hearts have shrivelled and died |
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The cowboy really needs this too |
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But the audience don't think to get by to get by |
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Two hundred thousand people in a square |
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Where we're really going somewhere |
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We're going somewhere |
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Dropping far away |
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I'm droppimg far away |