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Late New Years Eve paper hat on your head |
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It was hard to believe that you'd ever be dead |
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And that dream that you're falling you've had since you're five |
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Is a bird on your shoulder that whispers goodbye |
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What is moving will be still |
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What has gathered will disperse |
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What has been built up will collapse |
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All of your dreams are fulfilled |
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Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass |
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And I loved him better each time that he crashed |
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And Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed |
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She was certain that Skylab would fall on her head |
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What is moving will be still |
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What has gathered will disperse |
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What's been built up will collapse |
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All of your dreams are fulfilled |
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Last night I dreamed that I dug my own grave |
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And I climbed down inside there to patiently wait |
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And down in the ground while I breathed the cold air |
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The blackbirds came down there to nest in my hair |
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What's moving will be still |
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What has gathered will disperse |
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What has been built up will collapse |
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All of your dreams |
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All of your dreams are fulfilled |
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Are fulfilled |
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Are fulfilled |
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Are fulfilled |
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Are |
