| Before the parade passes by I’m gonna go and taste Saturday’s high life
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| Before the parade passes by I’m gonna get some life back in my life
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| I’m ready to move out in front, I’ve had enough of just passing by life
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| With the rest of them, the best of them I’ll hold my head up high
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| I’ve got a goal again, I’ve got a drive again
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| Feel my heart coming alive again before the parade passes by
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| Look at that crowd up ahead, listen and hear that grass harmony growing
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| Look at that crowd up ahead, pardon me if my old spirit is showing
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| All those lights over there seem to be telling me where I’m going
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| And the whistle blows and the cymbals crash, sparklers light the sky
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| I’m gonna raise the roof, I’m gonna carry on
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| Give me an old trombone, an old baton before the parade passes by
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| With the rest of them, the best of them I can hold my head up high
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| I’ve got a goal again, I’ve got a drive again
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| Feel my heart coming alive again before the parade passes by
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| Before the parade passes by |