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A Day In The Life


The breaking of bones and shattering of glass Are all signs of a dream that's long since past As the children all cried and blood filled the air Millions have wondered how this was fair But, as the dust settled, the Eagle did rise And hunted injustice with vigilant eyes With righteous fury, bestowed by our fathers, They tracked him down to Boston's cool waters The past is no more and we're reminded again Humanity starts where dreams do end Perhaps one day, we can forget all this strife But until that day, fighting's just a day in the life
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