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I think about those old friends of mine |
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One day they're walking on their hands |
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One day they're crawling in the streets |
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afraid of a strange free wide open land |
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Ho! For the times they are calling |
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Oh! For the times they say, |
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Go go go Gone! |
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Always in love |
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Always alone |
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Always in line for that long walking home |
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Last night I saw those old friends of min |
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Making most outrageous sorta claims |
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Burning all the books, rocking on their heels |
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watching awhile the heart of the flames |
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I see they've been talking to you |
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Has to be a matter of just time |
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What starts with you glad to be running some errand |
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slides with time to be walking the line |
