| Before the parade passes by Before it goes on, and only I’m left
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| Before the parade passes by
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| I’ve gotta get in step while there’s still time left
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| I’m ready to move out in front
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| Life without life has no reason or rhyme left
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| With the rest of them, with the best of them
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| I wanna hold my head up high
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| I need a goal again, I need a drive again
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| I wanna feel my heart coming alive again
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| Before the parade passes by Before the parade passes by
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| I’ve gotta go and taste Saturday’s high life
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| Before the parade passes by
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| I’ve gotta get some life back into my life
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| I’m ready to move out in front
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| I’ve had enough of just passing by life
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| With the rest of them, with the best of them
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| I can hold my head up high
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| For I’ve got a goal again, I’ve got a drive again
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| I wanna feel my heart coming alive again
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| Before the parade passes by When the parade passes by Listen and hear that brass harmony growing
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| When the parade passes by Pardon me if my old spirit is showing
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| All of those lights over there
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| Seem to be telling me where I’m going
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| When the whistles blow
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| And the cymbals crash
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| And the sparklers light the sky
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| I’m gonna raise the roof
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| I’m gonna carry on Give me an old trombone
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| Give me an old baton
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| Before the parade passes by |