| Hello old lovers of mine
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| My little boy wishes of fortune’s kisses
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| Now dreams cast aside
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| In the fading light, your crown of thorns
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| Becomes a halo of branching horns
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| And yet so beautiful
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| I see you gently swaying in a sea of seesaws
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| Slumming in the shack Tony built last year
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| I know you’ll be holding court with jackdaws
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| Crying when nobody ever sees your tears
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| When no one sees your tears
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| What used to fly us from here to the stratosphere?
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| What became of our passion, Is there no one who cares?
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| Hear the soft minor key of the one-time me
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| Still the acrobat with my heart on my sleeve
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| And it’s so beautiful
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| I see you gently swaying in a sea of seesaws
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| Slumming in the shack Tony built last year
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| I know you’ll be holding court with jackdaws
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| Crying when nobody ever sees your tears
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| When no one sees your tears
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| Out back when the gates are closed
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| Like a pitiful skeleton pose
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| We held our first line of defense
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| Saw our likeness and it made no sense
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| Toy soldiers in the muck and dirt
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| Salvation in your every word
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| Lost in the fray of everyday
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| I see you gently swaying in a sea of seesaws
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| Slumming in the shack Tony built last year
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| I know you’ll be holding court with jackdaws
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| Crying when nobody ever sees your tears
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| When no one sees your tears
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| You’re still fighting, I see
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| Like a modern day Bruce Lee
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| Standing proud in this parody |