Ain't it just like the old days
Wait and see how the hand plays
Living out our second hand clichés
Ain't it just like the old days
You are what you eat
You'll become digested
Well love, it isn't felt
Love is tested
You will keep forever
I'll bry you like a treasure
We gotta get friends in high places
Hide behind their plastic faces
Rip up the flag and replace it
Dance with our friends in high places
I used to want to be you
Now where's your shadow?
You're see through
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