| The voice of reason
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| Is rhyming with treason today
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| The laughing devil
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| Is chasing the angels away
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| The dog is barking
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| The baby’s crying
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| The rainy days are multiplying
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| She says it’s time to make decisions
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| Then turns on breakfast television
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| Life’s a trial
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| But who did you leave behind
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| When a small slice of Heaven’s all
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| You could ever hope to find
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| the opera isn’t over
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| Until the fat lady sings
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| she walks into town
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| And pawns her eternity ring
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| She’s leaving home
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| With a dream in her pocket
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| And a photograph in a silver locket
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| The party’s over, she ain’t stopping
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| She’s sick of lying, through with crying
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| Life’s a trial
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| But who did you leave behind
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| When a small slice of Heaven’s all
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| You could ever hope to find
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| She’s leaving home
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| With a dream in her pockets
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| And a photograph in a silver locket
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| The sky is open, the clouds are fading
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| And that small slice of heaven’s waiting… |