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Well, I guess that this is now the end |
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who'd have thought my old friend |
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we signed the papers and we kept the pens |
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But I remember you from way back when |
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'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen |
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welcome David-what's-his-name-again |
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[Chorus 1] |
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Things change - the old cliche |
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if we knew now what we knew yesterday |
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we couldn't give it away. |
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I was working at a record store |
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I knew you, you knew the score |
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some kind of deal is what we're looking for |
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Time came, and disappeared |
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no one steered and it got weirder |
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help was needed, no one volunteered. |
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[Chorus 2] |
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Things change, you got to wait a bit |
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what made me think that I could weather it? |
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you're down before you even notice you've been hit |
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And through it all I wondered where the bus |
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was taking you who knew? |
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and even though my one and one was always making two |
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I never thought that I was breaking you. |
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We were victims of the old taboo |
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but people change we changed too |
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just make it count before they get to you. |
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[Chorus 3] |
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Things change - baby, hold the phone! |
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they'll shoot you down like you was Al Capone |
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Oh, you better go it alone. |
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Well, I guess that this is now the end |
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the paper's signed - forget the pen |
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wonder if we'll ever meet again? |
