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Fifty years after the fair

The picture I have is so clear

Underneath the clouds in the air

Rose the tyrlon and the perisphere

And that for me was the finest of scenes

That perfect world across the river in queens

Fifty years after the fair

I drink from a different cup

But it does no good to compare

cause nothing ever measures up

I guess just for a second we thought

That all good things would rise to the top





But how beautiful it was - tomorrow

Well never have a day of sorrow

We got through the 30s, but our belts were tight

We conceived of a future with no hope in sight

Weve got decades ahead of us to get it right

I swear - fifty years after the fair



Fifty years after the fair

I live in tomorrow town

Even on a wing and a prayer

The future never came around

It hurts to even think of those days

The damage we do

By the hopes that we raise





But how beautiful it was - tomorrow

Well never have a day of sorrow

We got through the 30s, but our belts were tight

We conceived of a future with no hope in sight

Weve got decades ahead of us to get it right

I swear - fifty years after the fair

Fifty years after the fair

The picture I have is so clear

Underneath the clouds in the air

Rose the tyrlon and the perisphere

And that for me was the finest of scenes

That perfect world across the river in queens

Fifty years after the fair

I drink from a different cup

But it does no good to compare

cause nothing ever measures up

I guess just for a second we thought

That all good things would rise to the top





But how beautiful it was - tomorrow

Well never have a day of sorrow

We got through the 30s, but our belts were tight

We conceived of a future with no hope in sight

Weve got decades ahead of us to get it right

I swear - fifty years after the fair



Fifty years after the fair

I live in tomorrow town

Even on a wing and a prayer

The future never came around

It hurts to even think of those days

The damage we do

By the hopes that we raise





But how beautiful it was - tomorrow

Well never have a day of sorrow

We got through the 30s, but our belts were tight

We conceived of a future with no hope in sight

Weve got decades ahead of us to get it right

I swear - fifty years after the fair

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