The finest hour has stayed unknown,
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that's not to say it hasn't shown all its torments.
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But that's okay.
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It we ever get clear then that's enough, my dear, to let it strip away.
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And there are cold symbols of all good moments,
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hanging on, waiting for recognition.
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But that's okay.
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If we ever get clear then that's enough, my dear, to put them in their place.
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I'm down in all that never happened.
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Am I up in ail that's happening because
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I'll ride this one out until the end.
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Lick our wounds and sew them all shut,
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draw them tight, swallow pride, and if that's not enough...
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Swinger
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| Hot Water Music |
