| Let’s recount our history
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| Our tale of boom and bust
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| We could talk a good fight on our day
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| But when we got a hand to play we bit the dust
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| Now in our threadbare suits we do our duty
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| Still sold on the pursuit of a common cause
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| Now let us call to memory such witness as we dare
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| We built our bridges, burned them down as well
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| Maybe all we have to tell is off the square
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| We tried our instant remedies — they didn’t clear the air
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| Who could foresee how it was bound to end
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| In a break or in a bend?
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| We intended well enough…
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| Oh, but the clock was always counting
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| The envelope was sealed
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| And as the pressure’s mounting
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| Still precious little is revealed
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| Still, let us speak of comradeship, of how we stood as one
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| Shoulder to shoulder through the thick and thin
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| While the roof was caving in;
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| Although everything begins in good faith
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| For all our sins we’ll all end up being skinned
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| And now there’s nowhere left to run to, there’s nowhere left to hide
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| We’re strapped in and we’re gunning for the roller-coaster ride
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| If we’re living our lives as though God’s at our shoulders
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| If we’re giving of our best, by an effort of will
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| Then we’ll be up for the test
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| We’ll never know when we’re over the hill
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| Here comes then bit where we decide no passengers come on this ride —
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| Civilians, the broken-hearted, need not apply
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| I count to a thousand and ten, I keep my eyes tight shut and then
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| Unsteadily count the numbers back down again
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| Head on into the wind, on a heavenly mission
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| Try to play with the spin while we burn in our hearts;
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| Although we know we’ll never win we’re still learning our lessons in the dark
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| There’s no choice here to make, there’s no easier decision
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| Than to stand up, stand straight and to give it a try
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| And there’s no time for hesitation as the stations of our lives are passing by
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| Heads up and face front as brother to brother
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| Time to come to the call if we’re true to how we were
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| Because at last and after all we’ve given each other our words
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| If we live out our lives as though God’s sat at our shoulders
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| If we give of our best and then give some more still
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| Press on, with no pause for breath
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| Then we’ll see each other over the hill
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| Now if we speak of distances we’re only covering old ground:
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| What’s done is done and if we have become of worth at all
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| We’ll hope to see things in the round
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| Let’s close the book on history and keep it safe and sound
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| While we’ve been moving forward to our goals
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| We have done as we have told
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| So the story’s closed behind us
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| And the countdown comes in backwards
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| That much was always clear
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| So when it reaches zero our heroes disappear |