| You wake up in a dlfferent bed
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| Forgotten every word you said
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| Do you recognise the person next to you?
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| You’re sneeking down the backroom stairs
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| Braving all Ihe public stares
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| What’s a living legend supposed to do?
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| I’ve been told that you’re looking old
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| But you’re still appearing well preserved to me
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| Let them stare, let them lose their hair
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| 'cos you’ve seen the movie, read the book
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| You’ve been there, done that, set that look for free
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| You keep trying but you just can’t win
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| You keep breathlng but the air’s too thin
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| Keep knocking but you can’t come in
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| Keep trying but you just can’t win
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| Looking at your works of art
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| Banging your peroxide heart
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| You get them in a lucky bag for free
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| You said you couldn’t live without it
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| So what you gonna do about it?
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| Nostalgia’s not the game it used to be
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| And I’ve been told about your bands of gold
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| But I have to say they cut no ice with me
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| Silver chains that dangle down
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| And you’re tryin' hard to beat the clock
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| Dressed up shouting long live rock & roll
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| You keep trying but you just can’t win
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| You keop breathing but the air’s too thin
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| Keep knocking but you can’t come In
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| Keep trying but you just can’t win |