| The day the dream went right back to base
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| There was blood on the ground
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| Blood on the sand
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| Blood all around
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| Tracks of the ride of the bright murder hawk
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| The day the dream debased and went home
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| And the people did mill to those adrenaline rails
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| And everything stopped
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| The nurses climbed up
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| Our face paled
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| And there was no doubt at all
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| No two ways about it
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| Was the day Disney’s dream debased
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| Saw a mouse, who flapped at my wife
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| And she told him what
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| And she told him what had gone down
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| Who then did not know the extent of the show
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| The people had (died/gave?) in the mouth of their ride
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| Disney
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| And Dopey and Mickey, Brer and Pluto
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| Secretly prayed
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| And there was no doubt at all
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| No two ways about it
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| Was the day Disney’s dream debased
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| Disney
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| Dark glasses on Western Union
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| Man the gates
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| The dream, an innocent meets her fate
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| Far away from Appalachia and the city hate
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| The day X3
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| When there was no doubt at all
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| No maybe about it
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| It was the day the dream debased
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| Disney
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| I remembered it from
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| The back of my mind
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| The tune that I wrote
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| In fallen dreams
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| Anthem to
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| Creator of all that had stopped
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| So there was no doubt at all
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| No two ways about it
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| It was the day the dream debased |