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