| It’s the end of an era
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| I guess we weren’t as strong as we thought
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| all the shops are closing
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| at the end of our block
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| streets paved in litter
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| are all that we have
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| no more shiny things that mother brings
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| so hang it on the wall
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| let’s weep and weep
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| there’s an anger inside me
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| begging to be released
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| and it’s stealing the life from me
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| time spent and time undone
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| I’m glad that you came here everyone
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| but the curtain call was more than an hour ago
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| so goodbye ladies and gentlemen
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| it’s under your pillow you know
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| over the mountains and down through the snow
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| you’ll pray for change and rearrange
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| but beneath your head lies your sacrament
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| I rush to hide my face in every large crowd
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| cause the thought of them seeing me in such doubt
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| could put me under and out
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| so walk on walk on
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| I will do until out of sight
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| until the casket door creaks and turns
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| and folds me in and it closes on me tight
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| there’s an anger inside me
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| begging to be released
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| and it’s stealing the life from me
|
| time spent and time undone
|
| I’m glad that you came here everyone
|
| but the curtain call was more than an hour ago
|
| so goodbye ladies and gentlemen
|
| it’s under your pillow you know
|
| over the mountains and down through the snow
|
| you’ll pray for change and rearrange
|
| but beneath your head lies your sacrament
|
| It’s the end of an era
|
| I guess we weren’t as strong as we thought
|
| all the shops are closing
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| at the end of our block |