| Red flags, poor man’s grenade
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| Cool blows, blue serenade, remember?
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| Comrades we said we’d stay, forever
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| We used to gad about, getting smarter
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| We used to wrangle with Marx and Sartre
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| We used to live with inflated egos
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| As for the state of the party, God knows?
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| The ghosts on your wall
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| They come to haunt you again
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| But they’re hard to recall
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| Just like last summer’s rain
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| Past thoughts, new memories
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| Loud words on summer breeze, surrender
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| So far from yesterday, remember
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| We used to live with the day glow people
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| We used to go and see Mott The Hoople
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| We used to lounge «a la continental»
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| And now you say I’m just #sentimental
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| The ghosts on your wall
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| They come to haunt you again
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| But they’re hard to recall
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| Just like last summer’s rain
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| The ghosts on your wall
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| They come to haunt you again
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| But they’re hard to recall
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| Just like last summer’s rain |