| A break in the clouds is a break in my day
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| Face the sun of my salvation
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| As Hathaway Jones would have made it his own fate
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| Fly by the wings of your creation
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| On the top of your head, there is a poem
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| The thought in my head, oh God only knows
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| As everything else will disappoint you
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| I used to be young and bold, but now I’m afraid, I’m getting so old
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| I follow delight to the City of Roses
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| It’s a little-known fact that I can’t cope
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| I’m the champion of repression
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| I’ve had it enough with the east coast
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| I’ll die by the wings of my ambition
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| The city I left, the city of throes
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| The one that I loved, the city of hope
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| As everything else will disappoint you
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| I used to be young and bold, but now I’m of age, I’m getting so old
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| I follow delight to the City of Roses
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| A break in the clouds is a break in my day |