| tidal waves don’t beg forgiveness
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| crash, then on their way
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| father, he enjoyed collisions
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| others walked away
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| the snowflake falls in may
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| and the doors are open now
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| as the bells are ringing out
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| cuz the man of the hour
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| has taken his final bow
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| goodbye for now
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| nature has its own religion
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| gospel from the land
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| father ruled by long division
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| young men, they pretend
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| old men comprehend
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| and the sky breaks at dawn
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| shedding light upon this town
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| we all come 'round
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| cuz the man of the hour
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| has taken his final bow
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| goodbye for now
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| and the road, the old men paved
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| the broken seams along the way
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| the rusted signs, they’re just for me
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| he was guiding me, love, his own way
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| now the man of the hour
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| has taken his final bow
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| as the curtain comes down
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| i feel that this is just
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| goodbye for now |