| I know, Bobby, I see
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| The times are awful, true
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| But they’re times that we inherit
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| What else can we do?
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| The choices pal, are few
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| Roll over, die, or rise above it all
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| Show 'em why and how to shove it all!
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| I know, Bobby
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| I see
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| This is our time, Bobby, this is our time
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| Bad times, so then what’s to lose?
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| A lousy year of lousy news
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| And stuffin' cardboard in our shoes
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| When here’s a chance to know what bliss is
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| It’s our dance, hey fellas
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| This is our time!
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| Sad as hell
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| But our time
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| Our world
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| If the world survives
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| Then we’ve got time and Bobby
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| Just maybe it could be
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| The time of all times of our lives!
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| Help it happen
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| Draw the plan
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| You can’t do it
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| Nor can I
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| But Bobby
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| We can!
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| This is our time
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| Maybe it’s the last time
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| Who knows, but at least it’s ours
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| And it won’t be the first time
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| That men picked the worst time
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| To lift up their eyes to the stars!
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| 'Cause it’s our time!
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| Here’s to our time!
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| This is our time!
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| And it won’t be the first time
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| That men picked the worst time
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| To lift up their eyes to the stars!
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| 'Cause it’s our time!
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| Here’s to our time!
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| This is out time, fellas!
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| This is our time!
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| This is our time!
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| Our time! |