Once I was made beautiful in the light of an hour,
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But this year I'm just a meal laid out for August to devour.
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So, quick, let's go!
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It's time for a ride!
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The future is yours.
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No, wait, I lied!
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It is not yours.
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It is a replica
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Of scattered ash and the road the rain's on...
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What road...
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Able, willing, ready!
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Fuck the Spiral Jetty!
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Tonight we work large! We aim high! Pillars stare at a sky
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Designed to come down upon
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Everyone at once...
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So, quick, let's go!
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It's time for a ride!
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The future is yours.
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No, wait, I lied!
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It is not yours.
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It is a replica
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Of scattered ash and the road the rain's on...
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What road...
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I'd been working on some open-ended shit. I
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Was looking for an 'in' and that was it.
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Back at the recital, signs remain vital.
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A statue is stone that rejects its own pulse.
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Your heart's fair. Your heart's square. Your heart's not even there!...
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Wasting shore leave on the girls from Point St. Claire...
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There is a light and it goes out...
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A Touch of Classicism in the Night!
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Your backlash was right where I wanted you!
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Yes, that's right, I wanted you to...
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A Touch of Classicism in the Night!
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Your backlash was right where I wanted you!
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Yes, that's right I wanted you to...
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A Touch of Classicism in the Night!
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Your backlash was right where I wanted you!
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Yes, that's right, I wanted you to...
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What Road
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