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they've been still in their tracksfor many's the yearthrough watching and waitingthey've made their careersand they've got frozen handslike broken down clocksthey wait by the doorfor opportunity's knock-chorus-they say there's a snake that can shed it's skinwhen the good old days are wearing thin, butthe good old days have all withered and diedsome go on livin' on the sentimental sidetall tales and short storiesi know i'll hear them againall about the time, do you remember when?we were all local legendsor heores at leasthas the truth been stretchedabout killing the beast?they say there's a snake that can shed it's skinwhen the good old days are wearing thin, butthe good old days have all withered and diedsome go on livin'on the sentimental sidethe circle is brokennow there's more than just oneand there's room to movewhere before there was nonefor we stood in our circlesand looked to the insideour backs to the worldunaware of the outsidethey say there's a snake that can shed it's skinwhen the good old days are wearing thin, butthe good old days have all withered and diedsome go on livin'on the sentimental side
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