| Ticker tape flutters to the ground
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| The young man standing in the crowd
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| Waves a paper flag flutter
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| And all his thoughts he is proud
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| Dropping far away
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| By the grace of god we will go on
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| By the grace of god we will go on
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| But time is crucified
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| Songs from our hearts have shrivelled and died
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| The cowboy really needs this too
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| But the audience don’t think to get by to get by
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| Two hundred thousand people in a square
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| Where we’re really going somewhere
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| We’re going somewhere
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| Dropping far away
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| I’m droppimg far away |