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There once was a song which acknowledged itself in the words |
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It was like when your parents heard The Beatles |
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Ripped the wind from our lungs and left us defeated |
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It made me and Duncan embrace when the awesome guitars swell |
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And the bass cuts out so it's just the voice and the riff |
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There once was a song which dismantled itself in the words |
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It set sail, while in Shea Stadium they shouted: |
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"We collected the fragments as they radiated outwards" |
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The guitars fell from their hands as chords decomposed |
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And champagne explodes on the bows |
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Of a song that shifts from blows into hits |
