| It’s such a dream-like view from the ceiling
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| Where every feeling is a part of he fall.
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| Kneeling out on the front lawn,
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| Rise to occasions, grass stains and all.
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| Exactly where we are, at the centre for holy wars,
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| I hope it never comes down again.
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| Floating in the air,
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| With the stars of holy wars,
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| I hope it never comes down again.
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| Nearly but never arrested,
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| But oh Contessa, asleep in the stall,
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| Still you somehow have bested the other contestants,
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| Grass stains and all.
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| Exactly where we are, at the center for holy wars,
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| I hope it never comes down again.
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| Floating in the air,
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| With the stars of holy wars,
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| I hope it never comes down again.
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| Exactly where we are, at the center for holy wars,
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| I hope it never comes down again.
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| Floating in the air,
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| With the stars of holy wars,
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| I hope it never comes down again.
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| Because hope grows greener than grass stains.
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| Hope grows greener than grass stains.
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| Hope grows greener than grass stains.
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| Hope grows greener than grass stains.
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| Hope grows greener than grass stains.
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| Hope grows greener than grass stains.
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| Hope grows greener than grass stains. |