(written by Billy Corgan)
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columbus sailed on many moons
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on a sea of hope
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i'll be back it won't be soon
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with every word I wrote
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it's gone
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a sentence in a dusty book
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on a spartan shelf
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the guards hold up her falling roof
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with everything they know
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it's gone/gone/gone
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upon the shores of avalon
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a soldier rests his head
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the birds pick up the sweetest spot
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to build their lonely nest
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it's gone/gone/gone
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it's gone/gone/gone
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mother/i cried/mother/i cried
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for us/for us
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we pull the tree up by it's roots
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it's shade no longer full
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the fish hide in the longest reeds
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ignoring their own rules
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it's gone/gone/gone
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spinning a new parasol
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she gathered up the street
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they used far too much dynamite
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to bring down 300 hundred feet
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of the wheel
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kaleidiscopes of spinning tales
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that i'd onedaywrite
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the island fell to disrepair
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it fell right from my sight
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it's gone/gone/gone
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gone/gone/gone
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mother/i cried/mother/i cried
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for us/for us
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the horses dug the deeper pits
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with strength herefor not seen
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we lived for gods we cannot see
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but lived upon our wings
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it's gone/gone
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and everything I ever loved
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i loved way too soon
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a pauper plays his final act
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refusing to lose
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it's gone/gone/gone
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the men they will still hoist aglass
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to every fallen friend
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they tore the castle down so quick
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never thinking of the end
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it's gone/gone/gone
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mother/i cried/mother/i cried
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for us/for us
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the years don't need your oxygen
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they need your summer rain
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a temple to a single train
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delivered on the rust
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it's gone/gone/gone
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he drew the lines upon her breast
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stopping to his eye
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she stood and watched the ships come in
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passing on her left
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they're gone/gone/gone
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i reached for their benevolence
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cast in endless gold
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our cold is pure will to change
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when everything is sold
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it's gone/gone/gone
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gone/gone/gone
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mother/i cried/mother/i cried
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Columbus
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Billy Corgan |