| Faded pictures in an old scrapbook
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| Faded pictures that somebody took
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| When you were hard and young and proud
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| Backed against the wall, running raw and loud
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| Snakeskin vest and a sharkskin suit
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| Cuban heels on your boots
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| You kick in the band and side-by-side
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| You take the crowd on their mystery ride
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| Knights of Columbus and the Fireman’s Ball
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| Friday night at the Union Hall
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| Black-leather clubs all along Route 9
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| You count the names of the missing as you count off time
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| Rock of ages lift me somehow
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| Somewhere high and hard and loud
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| Somewhere deep into the heart of the crowd
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| I’m the last man standing now
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| I’m the last man standing now
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| Out of school and out of work
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| Thrift-store jeans and flannel shirts
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| The lights go down and you face the crowd
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| The last man standing now
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| Lights come up at the Legion Hall
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| Pool cues go back up on the wall
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| Pack your guitar and have one last beer
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| With just the ringing in your ears
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| Rock of ages lift me somehow
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| Somewhere high and hard and loud
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| Somewhere deep into the heart of the crowd
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| I’m the last man standing now
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| I’m the last man standing now
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| I’m the last man standing now |