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Crushed Dixie cup Pushed your luck Rolling the shade up Holding your breath Buds peaking out Of the black cherry bells Careful you don't burn 'em down With your stare of death Crushed Dixie cup All used up You trust your gut And your gut lied Pink turning brown On the black cherry bells Fallen to the ground What could that possibly symbolize? Maybe it's not enough being right You gotta prove it all your life How to hang on to the love you get? But how to make it stretch? How to keep doing the things you should? How to hang on to the days you felt good?