Everyone is on the way out Everyone gets knocked down
Your
All the money in the world ain't never gonna make
And we've got
Soviets and Americans - Brothers and
Sisters
Iraqis and Iranians
Every day we get a little bit closer
And every year
Every year at this time
I'd look over at some friend
Armed gangs out of (your town here)
Tell the police to
So the rent increase has got you down, and you
You don't look at me no more and I don't
[Words by Chris Delvecchio/music by 15.]
I saw a man who
I grew up with a kid named Dennis
His mom beat
Got the news from Colorado
About a couple of kids
Who went
Where have all the good times gone, when we were
As the world keeps on turnin'
My heart remains burnin'
And I
Yesterday don't seem so far away.
When I'm dreamin' about cha
Tomorrows
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