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When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane |
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And leave you lying with a hunger for some novocaine |
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Hit the switch on the lights in a heartbeat |
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Just like your worst nightmare with a mean streak |
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But all the talent and the money's only gonna breed |
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Every Queen every |
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King you're ever gonna need |
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And they'll be nothing of the man and the legacy |
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By the time that they get through |
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Every time you close your eyes you see your memory ' |
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Boy you dream a lot' |
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Cause you're really not that man you used to be |
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When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane |
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But now he stands out like a puddle in the pouring rain |
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Trying hard to chase an ever fading memory |
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Before the days of grace are never gonna be |
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So gather round and buy a ticket for the funeral |
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Bring your camera and flowers for the general |
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Sit around and reminise about the glory days |
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Every time you close your eyes you see your memory ' |
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Boy you dream a lot' |
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Cause you're really not that man you used to be |
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Every time you close your eyes you see your memory ' |
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Boy you dream a lot' |
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Cause you're really not that man that people see |
