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So tell me. . . how does it feel to. . . ACT YOUR AGE? ? ? . . . |
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Got your career lifetime degree, you re. . . PAST THAT STAGE? ? ? . . . |
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But still, you drive the street where. . . WE USED TO PLAY! ! ! . . . |
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I guess: after the pieces had fallen, you just let them lay! ! ! . . . |
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Can I plead to your soul? . . . |
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Ah don t you let it all go. . . let it all go. . . let it all go. . . |
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Can I plead to your soul? . . . ah don t you let it all go! ! ! . . . |
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The Bowery and me. . . we go way back a long time. . . |
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Back in the day. . . to shake the hand of a good friend. . . |
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A Sunday matinee. . . with the hardcore kids at CB s. . . |
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Back in the day. . . |
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It was true to me, so true to me, still true to me. . . |
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And there s no doubt in my mind. . . I still believe. . . |
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In all the shows and fanzines. . . in all the scenes. . . |
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They never. . . forget their friends, and that. . . can never change! ! ! . . . |
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Can I plead to your soul? . . . |
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Ah don t you let it all go. . . let it all go. . . let it all go. . . |
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Can I plead to your soul? . . . ah don t you let it all go! ! ! . . . |
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The Bowery and me. . . we go way back a long time. . . |
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Back in the day. . . to shake the hand of a good friend. . . |
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A Sunday matinee. . . with all the hardcore kids at CB s! ! ! . . . |
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Back in the day. . . |
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It was true to me, so true to me, still true to me. |