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Some of us are |
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Rock n' Roll stars |
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Chasing the flash and travel |
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Most of us wear the right length of hair |
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But that's all that is left of the dream |
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Oh, the dream it was born in the summer of love |
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And it died with the |
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Woodstock |
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NationBut what has it left for the carpenter's son |
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And the new coming generation? |
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Oh, we all believed we knew the way |
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But fate did not agree |
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Now we've tired of asking who we are |
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And what we ought to be |
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Children of the night howling at the gate |
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Here to claim forgotten dreams |
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Too late, too late orphans of the darkness waiting to belong |
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Been listening to the same old story too long to care, too long |
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Barely thirteen hard and they're mean |
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Hunting in packs like jackals |
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They prey on the meek, the old and the weak |
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Like a scourge on the face of the earth |
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All around our town they're fighting with guns |
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And building their homemade bazookas |
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And ten year old |
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Jimmy got arrested in school |
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They found a tank in his locker |
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Oh, we all believed we held the key |
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To peaceful harmony |
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But the times have changed the way we feel |
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And we fear our destiny |
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Sure must be fun to watch a president run |
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Just ask the man who owns one |
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Why, up on the hill, they're killing the bill |
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That would pay for his capitol crime |
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But Cardinal |
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Sin, he blessed him and said"I know that you're rotten down to the coreBut nobody else can do it so wellThat's why I'm behind you for three years more" |
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Oh, they all believed they'd found the one |
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Who'd lead them to the light |
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But the tides will turn against the fool |
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Who'd believe that wrong it right |
