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Sunday's Best - The Try lyrics
Everybody's hopes had died when you were crawling on the floor. No one could keep hope alive when all they saw were wounds and woes. They remember when it went south, one instance when you're down-- dust had settled, you moved out of town. You surrendered, then you found out... It's a crap out, a dead man's hand, a blink in a stare; It's lights out, an unmade plan, some bees in your hair. Do we get no points for the try? They will all testify that everything falls around you. |
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