| The city was changing
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| The cigarette hit the spot
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| Oh a simple distraction
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| From to have and have not
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| And the radio went silent
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| And all our heroes had died
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| Now you can buy revolution
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| In any color or size
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| Standing on a corner
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| Watching people walk on
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| Thinking about a photograph
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| How so many people
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| Choose a lesser evil
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| Living in the aftermath
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| She never got famous
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| She was the star in my life
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| Till we drifted like runoff
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| Or two ships in the night
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| Standing on a corner
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| Watching people walk on
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| Thinking about a photograph
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| How so many people
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| Choose a lesser evil
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| Living in the aftermath
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| It’s such a long hard road, such a long hard road
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| To hold on, and move on
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| I hope she’s happy, I hope she’s free
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| Somehow we choose our own destiny
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| From the eye of destruction
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| To the valley of tears
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| Before it all went to voice mail
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| And we rang in the year
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| And the mid-night martyrs
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| They still hang on the cross
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| You can die in the gutter baby
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| Or learn to live with the loss
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| Standing on a corner
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| Watching people walk on
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| Feeling like a photograph
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| How so many people
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| Choose a lesser evil
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| Living in the aftermath
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| Standing on a corner
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| Everybody’s talking
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| Remember when we used to laugh
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| How so many people
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| Chose a lesser evil
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| Never giving peace a chance
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| It’s such a long hard road
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| To hold on and move on boys
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| To hold on and move on till it’s gone |