| In the sweet years of Rock n' Roll,
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| every single word of their songs
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| every one knew by heart.
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| And any which way they dressed,
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| every one. |
| everyone wore the same…
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| Same, same old story,
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| The sounds have changed
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| but the words within the lines remain the same…
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| Same, same old story,
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| the looks have changed
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| but the words within the lines remain the same…
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| And we are dancing on the grave,
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| dancing on the grave of the sweet years…
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| And we are dancing on the grave,
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| Dancing on the grave of Rock n' Roll.
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| And we are dancing on the grave,
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| dancing on the grave of the sweet years…
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| And we are dancing on the grave,
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| Dancing on the grave of Rock n' Roll.
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| Twenty five years later,
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| thousands of new songs will have been
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| played, sang and danced to.
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| No matter what the style,
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| It’ll never, it’ll never be the same…
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| Same, same old story,
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| The sounds have changed
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| but the words within the lines remain the same…
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| Same, same old story,
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| the looks have changed
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| but the words within the lines remain the same… |