| They say he’s lost his good song
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| They say he’s itching with a gun
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| So you can drop your bombs
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| On everything in sight
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| Cause he couldn’t care less
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| If this while world should collide
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| Corssfire and hurricanes
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| Familliar faces forgotten names
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| Nothing stays the same
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| You know that nothing ever could
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| This used to be our playground
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| Will something better come this way
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| This used to be our playground
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| I want to be ready for today
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| Move fast and step out of the light
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| Come into this sleepless moonless night
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| See the man as he falls on to the ground
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| With all the words in his hand
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| They just won’t make a sound
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| This used to be our playground
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| Will something better come this way
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| This used to be our playground
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| I want to be ready for today
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| Take what’s left
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| Take what’s left
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| Take what’s left of this pride
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| And push it away
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| Make sure that you’re leaving tonight
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| Cause you’re out here on your own
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| This used to be our playground
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| Will something better come this way
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| This used to be our playground
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| I want to be ready for today |