This year, oh what's the look this year
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Is it the look of things to come
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Has it all been said, has it all been done
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The sun upon the sea
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Did you dress that way for me
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This year everyone just stood around
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And watched my family tree burn down
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Watched it crumble on the ground
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Making no protesting sound
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As if justice was finally found
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And anything beautiful
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That you can contrive
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Has no desire to survive
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This year the mirror the wall
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It cracked right through the middle
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And spring turned into fall
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Love the most beautiful killer of them all
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This Year
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| American Music Club |
