| How 'bout a tear for the year of 1960
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| I watched the fins of the Cadillac fall
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| I remember Dad explained about the Berlin Wall
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| How 'bout a tear for the torment and the trouble
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| That was brewing in the Asian way
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| I wore a smile like the faces that surround L. A
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| In the city of the lost and found
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| It’s hard to get a break
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| Hard to stop from getting turned around
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| And make the same mistakes
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| My reputation’s on the line
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| The final day of '59
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| But like the sun, just watch me shine
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| Today
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| How 'bout a cheer for the piano virtuoso
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| I practiced 61 minutes a day
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| I could never reach the keys
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| But it was all OK
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| How 'bout a cheer for the humour in my brother
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| That could brighten up the darkest nights
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| It’s just another sign of love
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| Whenever we would fight
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| It’s all the same twenty years ago
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| As it is right now
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| Like a tour at the closing show
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| When I take my bow
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| My reputation’s on the line
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| At the start of '79
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| But like the sun, just watch me shine
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| Today
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| I’ve played this part so many times
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| Since the end of '59
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| But like the sun, just watch me shine
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| Today |