| Thinking lots of a pretty face
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| When we were yong, such smashing days
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| Wed pass the time in such pleasant ways
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| Happy just to be iiving-oh yeah!
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| Too many summers controlled our heads
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| Too many memories — so many dead
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| We fall behind but we also lead them
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| Listened all the time to a singular band
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| Put our resources into one appollo
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| We only had to watch and follow
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| Then swoop around like a possessed swallow
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| Thinking only of winning c oh yeah!
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| And all the iime defending ourselves
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| Brushed aside all the tempting sea-shells
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| Charging-up like battery cells
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| Looking all the time for a singular band
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| You and me getting everywhere now
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| On the land and in the air now
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| Got no worries of getting there now
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| (consider what were attempting-oh yeah!)
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| And now we have lots of pretty clothes
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| Many friends and many foes
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| Looking wonderful but heaven knows
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| Who will want us now were turning into singular band |