| Say I won’t forget something that no one knows
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| Diffuse the day again
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| Say that I’ll be fine, I’ll step on no ones toes
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| But every now and then
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| The ribbons cut with rusty blades
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| (Just a minor imperfection)
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| And what should be a golden age
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| (Starts to waver on its axis)
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| Crash, burn, don’t fade away
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| Those days are gone, we said so long
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| Covered wagons carry on
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| You’ll never see a cloudy day
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| Crash, burn, don’t fade away
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| Say that I don’t need you when I couldn’t resist
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| I’m underneath your spell
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| Reaching for a place where you and I can exist
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| But only time will tell
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| Far across the fertile plains
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| (There's a golden age a brewing)
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| Conestoga wagon train
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| (Prone to recklessness and ruin)
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| Crash, burn, don’t fade away
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| Fade away, fade away
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| Those days are gone, we said so long
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| Covered wagons carry on
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| Trojan horses, instant replay
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| Crash, burn, don’t fade away
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| Those days are gone, we said so long
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| The check is in the mail, right on
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| You’ll never see a cloudy day
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| Crash, burn, don’t fade away |