Too many cooks tried to fix your dinner
Whatcha doing right, whatcha doing wrong
So many voices tried to speak as one
Not enough of this, too much thatBR>You took it hard, you shook it down
But maybe this time, like no ther time
You'll be unbound When your feet of clay finally hit the ground
At the speed of sound, nothing more was heard In a flash of fire that left behind no smoke What was once too bright is now as dark as night
When I heard the news tthat you had said goodbye
I wish that I could say that I was surprised
I hope you're doing well, I hope it's good this time
Somewhere I heard that you were doing fine.
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