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Well, I guess that this is now the endwho'd have thoughtmy old friendwe signed the papers and we capped the pen
But I remember you from way back when'
Good evening, ladies and gentlemenwelcome David-what's-his-name-again'
Things change -the old clicheif we knew now what we knew yesterdayoh, we couldn't give it away.I was working at a record store
I knew you,you knew the scoresome kind of deal is what we're looking for
Time came, and disappearedno one steered andit got weirderhelp was needed, no one volunteered.
Things change,you got to wait a bitwhat made me think that I could weather it?you're down before you even noticeyou've been hit
And through it all I wondered where the buswas taking youwho knew?and even though my one and one was alwaysmaking two
I never thought that I was breaking you.
We were victims of the old taboobut people changewe changed toojust make it count before they get to you.
Things change -baby, hold the phone! -they'll shoot you down like you was Al Capone
Oh, you better go it alone.
Well, I guess that this is now the endthe paper's signed -forget the penwonder if we'll ever meet again?
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