I caught a glimpse, a silhouette, across the way
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No circumstance or unseen glance, could make them stay
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The big black cars with cherry stars
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They congregate contemplate most complain of common pain
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But they don't really know
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So I start to say that it's okay
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If we can just survive the selfishness that we all hide
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A Crime, insane well who's to blame
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Another hero fades away
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I hear a knock upon the door
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From never never land
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He told the tale of love and pain, and unseen contraband
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Smoke filled room with peasants believe in Santa Claus
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From history to present the world goes round and round
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So I start to say that it's okay
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If we can just survive the selfishness that we all hide
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A Crime, insane well who's to blame
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Another hero fades away
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We see the world with different eyes, in different ways
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From boys to men we learn to hate, never learn to pray
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The tired huddled masses they need a Santa Claus
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You can try and close your eyes and hide
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But they won't go away
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So I start to say that it's okay
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If we can just survive the selfishness that we all hide
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Crime, insane well who's to blame
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Another hero fades away
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Fade away
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Hero
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The Nixons |