| Your bright and shining star
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| Fell a little short of glory
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| And left you wondering
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| Where you are, where you are
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| While you’re down there in the trenches
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| Trying to pick up all the pieces
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| As you’re sifting through the ashes
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| Beware, the past is buried there
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| And it’s a good day, it’s a, a good day
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| Yeah, it’s a good day here, now
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| It’s hard to make amends
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| With crimes that have no rhyme or reason
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| Well how could you know
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| Where to begin, where to begin
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| While you’re down there in the trenches
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| Trying to pick up all the pieces
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| As you’re sifting through the ashes
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| Beware, the past is buried there
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| And it’s a good day, it’s a, a good day
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| It’s a, a good day, a good day
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| It’s a good day
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| Yeah, it’s a good day here, now |