| I can remember heaven
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| It came to me only seven years ago
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| When I was a lad and from the
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| Professionals I got fired
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| Had a good time in a way
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| Took a different trip a day
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| Buried the fear that I was
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| Only here to be borrowed or hired
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| Chorus: oh what a shame, nothing can stay the same
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| (shame ! shame !)
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| Young enough to have some fun
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| Old enough to hold a gun
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| I can remember playing games with
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| Pistols not so long ago
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| Many times I reminisce
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| About this solitude and bliss
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| We enjoyed as children
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| O did we really have to grow?
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| Chorus: oh what a shame, nothing can stay the same
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| (shame ! shame !)
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| She came to me soft, asunder
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| Showed me the distant thunder blue
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| Told me the clouds could help us all
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| Told me the prophet says the man is deep in you
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| I took a sonic pill and slept
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| Begged her never tell then wept
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| Any friend or enemy of me could
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| Only lend you a clue…
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| Chorus: oh what a shame, nothing can stay the same
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| (shame ! shame !) |