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Wait all year for the parting shot
For the epilogue
For the moment when it stops
And the days fade away

In no doubt
As I leave this town
I will not return
For I haven't got the room in my head
For these things

And America seems an awful long way to go

As we hide ourselves
In the last of the melting snow

So we find
In the fading light of the wintertime
That there's nothing left to try
All is best left unsaid

And America seems an awful long way to go
As we hide ourselves
In the last of the melting snow
In the last of the melting snow

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