| It’ll be a hard act to follow
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| It’ll be a tough axe to grind
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| It’ll be a bitter pill to swallow
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| If you’re born in those times
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| It’ll be a heart ache tomorrow
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| It’ll be a heart break to find
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| That the devil took the high road
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| And you’re following behind
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| When it all falls around us
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| When it’s taken just too much
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| When we’ve tried to go further
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| Than the world ever can
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| When the heavens have found us
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| To be taking just too much
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| To be playing with fires
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| That we don’t understand
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| It’ll be a hard act to follow
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| The righting of the wrong
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| The closing of the stables
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| When the horses are gone
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| When it all falls around us
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| When it’s taken just too much
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| When we’ve tried to get higher
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| Than the world ever can
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| When the heavens have found us
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| To be taking just too much
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| To be playing with fires
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| That we don’t understand
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| When it all falls around us
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| When it’s taken just too much
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| When we’ve tried to go further
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| Than the world ever can |