there's no room for substance
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when you've got abundance,
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and who needs self respect
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when you've got fortune and fame.
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stepping stones labeled friends.
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without roots the mighty oak won't last for long.
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let's hear it for ideals,
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can i get a round of sound for something real.
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for he's a jolly good fellow,
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but he's being put out to pasture to make way for prosperity. and if that's
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my right of passage,
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then i will opt in the favor of failure
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and never think twice.
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this is not to break down.
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this is to build you up, and remind myself
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to forget the fashion and bring back the passion
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Forget The Fashion
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| Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |
