| Everything, everything has come to life again
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| I have no doubts but the ice got thin
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| What came too soon was so hard to keep
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| So full a harvest it was hard to reap
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| There were times seemed just like the walls would crumble
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| Shoot from the hip and pray for trouble
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| Stone-cold sober and a-seeing double
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| How that midnight band could ramble
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| Taking mansions and leaving shambles
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| Remember other times and places
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| Last night’s dance, the glowing faces
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| All the lights, the shadows in the hall
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| Seeking higher peaks from which to fall
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| Remember, we were telling you
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| That time would stop and nations fall
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| Now we find the lies come true
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| Can you tell me, tell me, tell me What are we to do?
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| Because the good old days
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| Those good old days are all dead and gone
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| Good-bye and bless them all, every one
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| What was true has passed the test
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| Just as well forget the rest
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| Half of what you saw was not yours to know
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| Let it go.
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| Everything has come to life again |