| We’re looking at old photographs
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| What were those clothes we’re wearing?
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| We should have got our money back
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| But styles just keep returning
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| It’s Saturday on the street of kings
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| Those in the know would gather
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| Fashion plates, different renderings
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| Every stitch designer
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| Look how we would celebrate
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| With our new found style
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| People stared at our strange parade
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| Did they want to be us for a while?
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| So remember while we still remember
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| We all have our moment in the sun
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| The soundtrack of our modern lives
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| Came from the motor city
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| Blue beat rhythms made us dance
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| Our tastes sophisticated
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| How we changed the landscape
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| Our attitude elite
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| Would put ourselves in danger
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| From a steel-toed bikers boot
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| So remember while we still remember
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| We all have our moment in the sun
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| Times were a-changin' someone said
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| Everyone chose their group
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| Those guys are this and those guys that
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| What we were was something new
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| So remember while we still remember
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| We all have our moment in the sun
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| So remember while we still remember
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| We all have our moment in the sun |