| All your old heroes are calling a bluff
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| Now you’re out making messes in the name of love
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| All your old newspapers collecting dust
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| There’s nothing in them you ain’t read about anyway
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| Giving a nickel and stealing a dime
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| Drinking champagne when you thinking it’s wine
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| There’s more to all this than just touches and time
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| And even your heroes are learning it everyday
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| The time has come to change the tune
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| You think it’s morning but it’s late afternoon
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| All your old habits will be given up too soon
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| The time has come to change the tune
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| You say you’ve seen it before in the eyes of the brave:
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| A later tomorrow and an earlier grave
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| It’s one thing to borrow, another to save
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| Just when will you follw and just when will you stay
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| Going down highways not lit so well
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| Now they’re making it something that’s easy to sell
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| Maybe I’m saying what I shouldn’t tell
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| 'cause even your heroes are wondering what to say
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| The time has come to change the tune
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| You think it’s morning but it’s late afternoon
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| All your old habits will be given up too soon
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| The time has come to change the tune |