| There ain’t no stars in faded Golryville
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| We’ve chased our dreams into the ground
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| If disillusion has some hope to kill
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| Here nobody wears a crown
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| The road can break you coming down a hill
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| But going up is always fun
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| And here we are in faded Gloryville
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| The victory is never won
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| And I will not forget the good old days
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| When I was driven by my will
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| And I won’t give back all the dues I’ve paid
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| Here in faded Gloryville
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| There ain’t no stars in faded Gloryville
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| We’ve chased our dreams into the ground
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| If disillusion has some hope to kill
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| Here nobody wears a crown |