| I got the news today
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| That you refused to play
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| Cause you never made number one
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| But it’s not just the words
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| It’s the deeds that are heard
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| When all is said and done
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| Kings take their crowns
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| They melt them all down
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| Trying to get the gold out
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| You went to hell and
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| Even when you weren’t selling
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| You never ever sold out
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| You weren’t no leader
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| You were more like a bleeder
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| Who was trying to cry for us all
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| You weren’t no sage
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| But your sense of outrage
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| Sounded like a trumpet call
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| Fifteen years ago
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| In the old folky show
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| You were just one voice in the crowd
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| But now with so few singing
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| Your voice would have been ringing
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| Out 'bout twice as loud
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| There but for fortune
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| Say a small circle of friends
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| Some may see the changes
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| So few see the ends
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| The pleasures of the harbor
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| Have come to you at last
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| You may not be marching anymore
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| But the parade’s still going past
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| I’m not taking the blame
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| That we killed you
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| You know you did that to yourself
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| But it was kind of a shame
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| That you played that game
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| Cause you were better than anyone else
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| One shot of your bottle
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| Got you full throttle
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| It was the friend that was always there
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| But your greatest gift
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| And the curse you lived with
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| Was that you could always care |