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Fifty Years After The Fair
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Fifty years after the fair
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the picture I have is so clear
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underneath the clouds in the air
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rose the Tyrlon and the Perisphere
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and that for me was the finest of scenes
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that perfect world across the river in Queens
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Fifty years after the fair
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I drink from a different cup
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but it does no good to compare
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'cause nothing ever measures up
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I guess just for a second we thought
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that all good things would rise to the top
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But how beautiful it was - 'tomorrow'
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we'll never have a day of sorrow
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we got through the '30's, but our belts were tight
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we conceived of a future with no hope in sight
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we've got decades ahead of us to get it right
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I swear - fifty years after the fair
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Fifty years after the fair
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I live in tomorrow town
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even on a wing and a prayer
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the future never came around
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It hurts to even think of those days
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the damage we do
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by the hopes that we raise
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But how beautiful it was - 'tomorrow'
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we'll never have a day of sorrow
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we got through the '30's, but our belts were tight
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we conceived of a future with no hope in sight
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we've got decades ahead of us to get it right
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I swear - fifty years after the fair
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Fifty Years After The Fair
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| Aimee Mann |
