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It's Over
everything's beautiful,
every day's a holiday, the day you live without it,
everything changes up, everything shifts and falls unless you care about it,
but you sit there in the darkness,
and you make plans but they're hopeless,
and you blame God when you're lonely,
and you'll call it fate, when you show up too late and it's over.
here on the boulevard, you were the golden boy,
a mix of brains and muscle
that was a lucky break,
luck is a thing you make,
not just another hustle
but you sit there in the darkness,
and you make plans but they're hopeless,
and you blame God when you're lonely,
and you'll call it fate, when you show up too late and it's over.
'cos nothing can wait forever,
they don't give unlimited chances in life;
they hand you the knife and tell you to cut it around.
so baby let's fly;
baby let's ride, baby let's ride
cos everything's beautiful, every day's a holiday,
but days are getting shorter,
the moon and the stars report the boulevard's last resort
and now your last supporter.
but you sit there in the darkness,
and you make plans but they're hopeless,
and you blame God when you're lonely
and you'll call it fate, when you show up too late and it's over.
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and you'll call it fate, when you show up too late and it's over.
and you blame God when you're lonely
and you make plans but they're hopeless,
but you sit there in the darkness,
and now your last supporter.
the moon and the stars report the boulevard's last resort
but days are getting shorter,
cos everything's beautiful, every day's a holiday,
baby let's ride, baby let's ride
so baby let's fly;
they hand you the knife and tell you to cut it around.
they don't give unlimited chances in life;
'cos nothing can wait forever,
and you'll call it fate, when you show up too late and it's over.
and you blame God when you're lonely,
and you make plans but they're hopeless,
but you sit there in the darkness,
not just another hustle
luck is a thing you make,
that was a lucky break,
a mix of brains and muscle
here on the boulevard, you were the golden boy,
and you'll call it fate, when you show up too late and it's over.
and you blame God when you're lonely,
and you make plans but they're hopeless,
but you sit there in the darkness,
everything changes up, everything shifts and falls unless you care about it,
every day's a holiday, the day you live without it,
everything's beautiful,
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