| The great barrier reef
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| Was recently pronounced dead
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| It’s last holy words were not
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| «Make america great again»
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| Which way does the wind blow Dylan?
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| I’m standing in the storm
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| But I’ve lost my sense of feeling
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| Ideas climb out of bed, and
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| Promise that they’ll fix it
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| I look at you, you look at me and we excitedly agree
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| That one day we’re sure gonna change it
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| Then something comes up and we all fall back asleep
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| Oh it’s been the longest year of our lives
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| I close my eyes
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| And relive every moment
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| One hundred sleepless nights enough to make
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| The comedians cry
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| Which way does the wind blow Dylan?
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| I’m in the line of fire
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| But I’ve lost my sense of feeling
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| Oh it’s been the longest year
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| It’s been the longest year
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| It’s been the longest year of our lives
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| What kind of dream is this?
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| What’s gonna happen next?
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| What kind of dream is this?
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| What’s gonna happen, happen next?
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| Every other day we break another record
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| How many more till there’s nothing left?
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| Oh here we go again into another longest year |