| They can’t take it from me, if they tried
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| I lived through those early days
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| So many times I had to change the pain to laughter
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| Just to keep from getting crazed
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| Dressed in black from head to toe
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| Two guitars across our backs, we would walk the city roads
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| Seeking someone who would listen to the music
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| That we were writing down at home
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| They can’t take it from me, if they tried
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| I lived through those early days
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| So many times I had to change the pain to laughter
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| Just to keep from getting crazy
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| Hair slicked back with Vaseline
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| Like the pictures on the wall of the local record shop
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| Hearing noises we were destined to remember
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| We willed the thrill to never stop
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| May sweet memories of friends from the past
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| Always come to you, when you look for them
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| And your inspiration, long may it last
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| May it come to you, time and time again
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| Now everybody seems to have their own opinion
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| Who did this and who did that
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| But as for me I don’t see how they can remember
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| When they weren’t where it was at
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| They can’t take it from me, if they tried
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| I lived through those early days
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| So many times I had to change the pain to laughter
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| Just to keep from getting crazed
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| I lived through those early days
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| I lived through those early days |