In the year you rose, on the day you broke, I watched you buckle under the pressure. I really thought you'd live forever as my wildest dreams, on my youtube screen, a purple heart we would remember changing our tune for the better.
It's a miracle and no one cares. All they say to you is better luck next year, kid.
Memory is an unfortunate thing; it won't remember the good you bring, but you're a gift so keep on giving. Set yourself apart from the rest, and though it might bring you success, your footprints will be forgotten.
It's a miracle and no one cares, how you got this far or how you took it somewhere.
It's a miracle and no one cares. All they say to you is better luck next year, kid.
Better luck next year. Better luck next year, kid.

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