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Words and music by bob seger, craig frost, tim mitchell |
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I saw them standing on a corner |
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Bathed in ordinary light |
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They turned away and started walkin' |
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And faded off into the night |
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Some years ago they were in fashion |
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Tonight they couldn't get a seat |
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They've got themselves a brand new history |
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From revisionism street |
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Written on revisionism street |
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The years of sacrifice and struggle |
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The arc of stardom's natural course |
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The inevitable decline |
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The wolves waiting at the door |
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"let's dig up something really nasty" |
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"let's get some clay around their feet" |
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"no ones memory is sacred 'round here |
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On revisionism street" |
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"we'll never be in the arena" |
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"hey, we'll never have to compete" |
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"we'll never write a classic novel" |
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"and we'll never have to be discreet!" |
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Alfred hitchcock, isaac newton |
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Elvis presley, captain bligh |
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They're heroic or pathetic |
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Depending on which book you buy |
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Charles dickens, jackie gleason |
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Burn 'em all, turn up the heat |
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If there's no truth, use innuendo |
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This is revisionism street |
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"let's find ourselves some old acquaintance" |
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"let's see what they have to say" |
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"some disgruntled ex-employee" |
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"presto! payday!" |
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A tree falls in the forest |
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A million copies go to print |
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Some parasitic little feeder |
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Sits back and makes a mint |
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Somewhere a baby's softly sleeping |
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Lt's innocence complete |
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Unaware they're workin' late tonight |
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On revisionism street |
