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We used to talk about the Rock and the Roll |
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That made it matter not to sell your soul |
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Like a banner that we held so high |
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We weren't afraid to fall |
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Steady rolling through the warning signs |
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That were hidden in between the lines |
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That kept us rocking 'til the break of day |
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Or any break at all |
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We used to take about a day and a night |
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To try to sing up all the soul in sight |
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And anyone who couldn't see the light |
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We had to leave behind |
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And the sweetest thing you ever heard |
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Was the singing of the Speckled Bird |
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And commercial was a dirty word |
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We laid it on the line |
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It was all so easy then |
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We could do no wrong |
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We'll never be the same again |
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But the show goes on |
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We used to drink about a bucket of booze |
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To try to chase away the black and blues |
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And when it came the time to pay your dues |
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You gave an IOU |
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To the devil with the dirty smile |
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Which he added to the growing pile |
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Of the promises you mean to keep |
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The day your dreams come true |
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It was all so easy then |
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We could do no wrong |
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We'll never be the same again |
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But the show goes on |
