With apologies to Roy Orbison

Brown’s electorate doesn't love him anymore

Golden days before they end,
Whisper secrets to the wind
Brown’s electorate won't vote for him anymore.

Tender nights before they fly
And falling stars that seem to cry
Brown’s voters do not want him anymore
It's over.

It breaks his heart in two
To know they have been untrue
But, oh what will he do?
When they say to him there's someone new
We're through, we're through.

It's over
It's over
it's over

All the rainbows in the sky
Start to weep and say goodbye
Brown won't be seeing rainbows anymore.

Setting suns before they fall
They come to him. That's all, that's all
But he'll see lonely sunsets after all.

It's over, It's over, it's over
It's over

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