| You lived a life of pride
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| You lived a life of pain
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| Trying to pray away the stormy weather
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| Sweeping up the dust
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| Reaching out for yesterday
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| Yesterday’s a blade sharp as ever
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| And the well that held those tears
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| Couldn’t make it one more year
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| I guess there’s a loser in every fight
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| Your favorite version of the past
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| You found in a photograph
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| American flags in black and white
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| I promised my belief
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| I promised lots of things
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| But promise never brought your kind of message
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| Cause if it don’t burn up
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| It’ll blow away next spring
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| You won’t be combing through the wreckage
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| And the things that made you feel so safe
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| Are only on a screen these days
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| And there’s a loser in every fight
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| Your favorite version of the past
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| You found in a photograph
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| American flags in black and white
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| And the well that held those tears
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| Couldn’t make it one more year
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| I guess we’re the losers in this fight
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| My favorite version of the past
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| It’s you in a photograph
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| American flags in black and white |