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Fireworks
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Words and music by Dennis Culp.
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One time on the Fourth of July,
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I went out to see the fireworks fly.
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>From a hill I could see all the rockets as they flew
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from the town below me.
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Bombs bursting in the air,
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The crowd cheered with every flare,
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In the distance the clouds were cracking and flashing,
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Mountains shaking with every explosion.
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I remembered thinking that night,
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As I looked into the sky,
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More than pyrotechnics meets the eye.
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Chorus
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And the fireworks fly,
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And the fireworks fall,
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But I have seen the best of all.
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And it's true,
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After every charge is through,
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I can still hear the thunder call.
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Glitter bombs turn pasty pale,
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Under five-mile electric trails,
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Soaring skies and lofty Sierras,
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Never looked quite as good in the pictures.
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Neon flickers in the haze,
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Billboards set to catch our gaze,
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So much noise,
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Nothing holds our attention,
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It has all been done before.
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So let the rockets sparkle and fade,
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Let the streamers fill the sky,
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More than pyrotechnics meets the eye.
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Fireworks
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