| Somebody told me, it’s all the same now
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| Somebody told me, we’ve had our turn
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| Gotta believe that times still ours
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| I gotta believe it’s still ours to burn
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| The light seems to be fading
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| Crawling back into that hole
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| Where the soul seems to awaken
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| Them days of rock 'n' roll…
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| Somebody told us, to shake and shiver
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| He left the building not long ago
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| Somebody sold us, down the river
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| Full of scratches and bullet holes
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| It comes raging out of nowhere
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| Like some wreckage to behold
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| We still drink out of the fountain
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| Of them days of rock 'n' roll…
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| It comes raging out of nowhere
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| Like some wreckage to behold
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| We still drink out of the fountain
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| Of them days of rock 'n' roll |