I went back my home town
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To the school and walked around
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And the way it felt
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It seemed just like yesterday
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From the cradle to the grave
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Some say we never change
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No matter how we try
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We try to rearrange
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Life father so like son
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It's as if wife we're both as one
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Just as if our fate was pre-ordained
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In some countries far from here
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You know the one s we used to fear
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Are they waiting to return to
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Those old evil ways
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You can take a correspondance course
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Be single married or divorced
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You can psychoanlyze your brain
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But you know some things will never change
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And what will those people do
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When Russia starts anew
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They'll just stand in line
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All under a different name
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You can listen to those brainwash tapes
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Take a Jewish, Catholic, Buddhist faith
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But I'm sure it's gonna be in vain
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'Cos you know some things will never change
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If their theories all come true
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Then there's nothin' we can do
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Where the future lies
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Well it's not to hard to tell
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But after all is said and done
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And if the world it lives as one
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You can bid those old taboo's
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A fond fare well
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Yes a fond fare well
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A very long fare well
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Some Things Never Change
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| Supertramp |
