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| We vowed we'd never think so seriously Like them folks who don't want themselves in too deep. Now old Mark--all he wants is a bank with a phone So he can call 'em up and apply for loans. And where's Stevie Phillips who used to deal coke? Well, he's in another business (and that ain't no joke)! Our old pal, Ray, who used to party all the time, You know he joined the navy--says he'll be in for life! We all thought it was the end of the world When sexy young Melinda had her a baby girl! Now we've forgotten about Afghanistan And our favorite band hall's a rundown shack. We must make do without the things we left behind; It takes a while to adjust to revolution and time. We're wearing funky new junk and talking brand new sass That's blowing us away like a nuclear blast! Whatever happened to us and all those good times When we were young and so high on life? |
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