| When the shelter fails to shield
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| Mass illusion feels to real
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| Life is losing its appeal
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| Innocence cannot reveal
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| But back in the day
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| A faith we never needed to display
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| It was more than just a show
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| I know you know
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| A common ground, a loyalty,
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| They way that we were meant to be
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| You had my back, i had yours
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| Like a Cosmic Troubadour
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| Past and future, here and now
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| In synch with what the law allows
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| A droplet travels down your brow
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| The keepers break another vow
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| But back in the day
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| We would never have it any other way
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| We’d work our fingers to the bone
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| Taking care of our own
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| Whether together or alone
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| An undisputed overthrow
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| With no need to justify
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| Always stading by my side
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| Acting as the chosen ones
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| Selected by the favorite son
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| The getters need to get in done
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| No matter who they take it from
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| But back in the day
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| We would pay the price we had to pay
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| To me it never was too dear
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| It’s worth it just to hear
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| The cadence guide a thought along
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| Like the rhythm of a song
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| Somehow caught in circumstance
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| All we asked was half a chance
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| But back in the day
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| A faith we never needed to display
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| It was more than just a show
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| I know you know
|
| A common ground, a loyalty,
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| They way that we were meant to be
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| You had my back, i had yours
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| Like a Cosmic Troubadour
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| But back in the day… |