cut and paste
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were you sitting down
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on the beaded impotence of new orleans
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a hint of suspense when that telephone rings
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this is forever
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it paved a wave of distance
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between the syntax error
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from austin's yellow brick road
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this is forever
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from this texas breath exhaled
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no sign of relief
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this you know, this you know
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this is forever
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march 23rd hushed the wind, the music died
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if you can't get the best of us now
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it's because this is forever
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makes no difference
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our alphabet is missing letters
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seventeen, embalmed and caskets
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lowered into the weather
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a drizzle, brisk and profound
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from this texas breath exhaled
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no sign of relief
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this is forever
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strum this broken harp
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we were struck by the chords
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set from their hearts
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this is forever
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Napolean Solo
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At The Drive-In |