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wonder of wonders our eyes beholdthis scaffold of stars but look under for truth be toldwe're leaving a scar on everything we've foundand we're going into town for one last round one last roundif all that glitters is not goldshould our rainbow's end be just the winter cruel and coldof our discontent my friends we're trouble boundyet we're going into town for one last round one last round one last roundand it's the children who have yet to come who'll have to pay our tabwhat kind of world will we have left for them the odds now will be stackedwe've all the wisdom our minds can holdbut no common sense all the live long day the jokewas at our own expense we've drained our bottles downand we're going into town for one last round one last round one last roundyes we're going into town for one last round one last round one last round |