| Come on wave y’all, down by the riverside
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| Say toodle-loo to the passing of a king
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| If you can cling to the magic of the moment
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| You’ll carry on the message, just like him
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| Don’t be afraid, there’s nothing to be scared of You’re not alone, even when you’re by yourself
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| There ain’t too much that really makes a ha’p’ths worth o' difference
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| There ain’t nothing new, that ain’t been done before
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| Is this the end of the old guard?
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| I wouldn’t count on it Is this end of the old platoon?
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| When all the nations speak, unto the nations
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| Not by the party boys who claim the title king
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| We’ll stop to see the changes that are written
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| By the dawning of a new world here within
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| Is this the end of the old guard?
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| I wouldn’t count on it Is this the end of the old platoon?
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| Don’t count on it
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| I’ve seen the changes
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| And I’ve heard the liberties
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| So don’t you tell me there’s no more I can do I built a castle from the dreams of idle wasters
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| And I’m on the ramparts looking down at you
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| Is this the end of the old guard?
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| I wouldn’t count on it Is this the end of the old platoon? |