| Well we faded like the flowers
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| When you phased just like the moon
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| Then you left me empty-handed
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| On the dark side of the room
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| I was swinging for the fences
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| I was pouring out my heart
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| While you marveled at the plastic
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| That they use these days in cars
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| We had somethin' good
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| But good was never good enough for you
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| World turns
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| Rome burns
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| Can’t you hear that fiddle sound?
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| Time flies
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| Elvis dies
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| It’s all over but the shoutin' now
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| We had somethin' good
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| So you blamed the TV preachers
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| And you blamed your checkered past
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| Then you tossed me out
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| Like all your favorite things that never last
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| Seems the world has caught your fever
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| As it moves from fling to fling
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| But the devil’s in the details
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| And it still don’t change a thing
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| That we had something good
|
| But good was never good enough for you
|
| World turns
|
| Rome burns
|
| Can’t you hear that fiddle sound?
|
| Time flies
|
| Elvis dies
|
| It’s all over but the shoutin' now
|
| We had somethin' good
|
| But good was never good enough for you
|
| World turns
|
| Rome burns
|
| Can’t you hear that fiddle sound?
|
| Time flies
|
| Elvis dies
|
| It’s all over but the shoutin' now
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| And we had somethin' good
|
| But good was never good enough for you |