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.
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Well love, it isn't felt.
No love is tested.
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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.
Well love, it isn't felt,
Love is tested.
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I'll bury you like treasure