I saw them standing on a corner
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Bathed in ordinary light
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They turned away and started walkin'
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And faded off into the night
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Some years ago they were in fashion
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Tonight they couldn't get a seat
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They've got themselves a brand new history
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From Revisionism Street
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Written on Revisionism Street
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The years of sacrifice and struggle
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The arc of stardom's natural course
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The inevitable decline
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The wolves waiting at the door
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"Let's dig up something really nasty"
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"Let's get some clay around their feet"
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"No ones memory is sacred 'round here
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On Revisionism Street"
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"We'll never be in the arena"
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"Hey, we'll never have to compete"
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"We'll never write a classic novel"
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"And we'll never have to be discreet!"
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Alfred Hitchcock, Isaac Newton
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Elvis Presley, Captain Bligh
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They're heroic or pathetic
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Depending on which book you buy
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Charles Dickens, Jackie Gleason
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Burn 'em all, turn up the heat
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If there's no truth, use innuendo
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this is Revisionism Street
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"Let's find ourselves some old acquaintance"
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"Let's see what they have to say"
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"Some disgruntled ex-employee"
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"Presto! Payday!"
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A tree falls in the forest
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A million copies go to print
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Some parasitic little feeder
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Sits back and makes a mint
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Somewhere a baby's softly sleeping
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lt's innocence complete
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Unaware they're workin' late tonight
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On Revisionism Street
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Revisionism Street
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| Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band |
