| So the chemistry’s set
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| And I’m not the saddest cheerleader to forget the American word
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| For the gang in the head
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| That dwindles to no members when
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| The mystery’s met
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| The sky looks threatened, heading home in the dust
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| Singing, «Life is for getting
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| Good enough for the frivolous»
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| One thing I remember is
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| This tear on your bare shoulder
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| This little silver boulder
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| This slowly falling star
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| We’re rolling, so what
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| Never getting older, where the moon-shocked curtains part
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| At the start of enough
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| A tear dropped in a vaccination scar
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| I’ll tell you if I’m able
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| That is, I’ll tell you like it is
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| It went down like a bad card table
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| Like the Tacoma Narrows Bridge
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| Like the Tacoma Narrows Bridge
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| Swimming on a bit
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| Stop and treading water as the sun assimilated the words
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| For lighthouse fire
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| Burning down to embers' end
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| The mystery met
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| The sky just-reddened, heading home under dusk
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| Is life just forgetting
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| Another word for frivolous
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| And little silver boulders
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| And silence from Mars
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| For the heart of enough
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| For a tear dropped in a vaccination scar
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| Wherever you are
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| Scar |