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B7
A
B7E
All the writers went on vacation.
They had nothing to write about.
Politics is just too boring.
Its something we can do without.
Double crossers and baby fitters.
Grease running through their veins.
Coalitions and filibusters.
Ain't nothing gonna change.
The poets can finally take over.
The writers have cleared the stage.
Nostalgia's just regrets unknown.
Time we all turned the page.
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B7AE
And ahead what we need is some guiding light, shining bright with a beam that goes a hundred miles, further than can be seen, we're gonna be alright, gonna be alright, gonna be alright. Gonna be just fine.
B7A
B7E
Colors.
Forms.
Mixes.
Shapes.
Wonder.
Air.
Senses.
Mood.
Believe what you want, what helps get you through the night, as we spin, suspended, into another space, to another time, where good is better than bad, where kind is better than mean, where irony drips its drops, where laughter echoes.
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Where laughter echoes.
Where laughter echoes.
Where laughter echoes.
Where laughter echoes.
Where laughter echoes.
Where laughter echoes.
Where laughter echoes.
Where laughter echoes.