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I went back my home town |
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To the school and walked around |
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And the way it felt |
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It seemed just like yesterday |
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From the cradle to the grave |
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Some say we never change |
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No matter how we try |
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We try to rearrange |
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Life father so like son |
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It's as if wife we're both as one |
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Just as if our fate was pre-ordained |
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In some countries far from here |
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You know the one s we used to fear |
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Are they waiting to return to |
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Those old evil ways |
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You can take a correspondance course |
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Be single married or divorced |
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You can psychoanlyze your brain |
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But you know some things will never change |
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And what will those people do |
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When russia starts anew |
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They'll just stand in line |
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All under a different name |
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You can listen to those brainwash tapes |
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Take a jewish, catholic, buddhist faith |
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But i'm sure it's gonna be in vain |
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'cos you know some things will never change |
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If their theories all come true |
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Then there's nothin' we can do |
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Where the future lies |
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Well it's not to hard to tell |
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But after all is said and done |
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And if the world it lives as one |
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You can bid those old taboo's |
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A fond fare well |
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Yes a fond fare well |
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A very long fare well |