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Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness |
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Crashed and on their way |
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Father, he enjoyed collisions |
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Others walked away |
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A snowflake falls in May |
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And the doors are open now |
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As the bells are ringing out |
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'Cause the man of the hour |
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Is taking his final bow |
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Good-bye for now |
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Nature has its own religion |
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Gospel from the land |
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Father ruled by long division |
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Young men they pretend |
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Old men comprehend |
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And the sky breaks at dawn |
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Shedding light upon this town |
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They'll all come around |
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'Cause the man of the hour |
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Is taking his final bow |
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Good-bye for now |
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And the road, the old man paved |
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The broken seams along the way |
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The rusted signs, left just for me |
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He was guiding me, love, his own way |
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Now the man of the hour |
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Is taking his final bow |
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As the curtain comes down |
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I feel that this is just |
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Good-bye for now |