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Somebody told me, it's all the same now |
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Somebody told me, we've had our turn |
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Gotta believe that times still ours, |
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I gotta believe it's still ours to burn |
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The light seems to be fading |
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crawling back into that hole, |
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where the soul seems to awaken |
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them days of rock 'n' roll... |
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Somebody told us, to shake and shiver, |
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He left the building not long ago, |
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Somebody sold us, down the river, |
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full of scratches and bullet holes |
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It comes raging out of nowhere |
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like some wreckage to behold |
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We still drink out of the fountain, |
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of them days of rock 'n' roll... |
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It comes raging out of nowhere |
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like some wreckage to behold |
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We still drink out of the fountain, |
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of them days of rock 'n' roll... |
