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She had a dream |
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And boy it was a good one |
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So she chased after her dream |
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With much desire |
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But when she got too close |
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To her expectations |
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Well the dream burned up |
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Like paper in fire |
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Paper in fire |
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Stinkin' up the ashtrays |
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Paper in fire |
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Smokin' up the alleyways |
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Who's to say the way |
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A man should spend his days |
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Do you let them smolder? |
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Like paper in fire |
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He wanted love |
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With no involvement |
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So he chased the wind |
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That's all his silly life required |
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And the days of vanity |
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Went on forever |
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And he saw his days burn up |
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Like paper in fire |
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Paper in fire |
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Stinkin' up the ashtrays |
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Paper in fire |
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Smokin' up the alleyways |
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Who's to say the way |
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A man should spend his days |
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Do you let them smolder? |
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Like paper in fire |
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There is a good life |
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Right across the green field |
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And each generation |
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Stares at it from afar |
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But we keep no check |
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On our appetites |
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So the green fields turn to brown |
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Like paper in fire |
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Paper in fire |
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Stinkin' up the ashtrays |
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Paper in fire |
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Blow down the alleyways |
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Who's to say the way |
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A man should spend his days |
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Do you let them smolder? |
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Like paper in fire |
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Paper in fire |
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Stinkin' up the ashtrays |
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Paper in fire |
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Blow down the alleyways |
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Who's to say the way |
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A man should spend his days |
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Do you let them smolder? |
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Like paper in fire |
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Paper in fire |
