| I was surfing this tidal wave
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| Of faded glories
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| A San Diego pad
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| And five, six years walked straight by me
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| Well times have changed
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| And time sure has changed you
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| Don’t you realise you’ve really changed?
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| We’ll dance, we’ll dance 'til the tide creeps in
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| We’ll dance, we’ll dance 'til the tide creeps in
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| We’ll laugh, we’ll laugh 'til the tide creeps in
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| We’ll laugh, we’ll laugh 'til the tide creeps in
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| My agent says writers block
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| To keep publishers off my back
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| So who the hell are you to
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| Come in here and spoil my party?
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| Well times have changed
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| And time sure has changed you
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| Don’t you realise you’ve really changed?
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| We’ll dance, we’ll dance 'til the tide creeps in
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| We’ll dance, we’ll dance 'til the tide creeps in
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| We’ll laugh, we’ll laugh 'til the tide creeps in
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| We’ll laugh, we’ll laugh 'til the tide creeps in |