I got the news today
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That you refused to play
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Cause you never made number one
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But it's not just the words
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It's the deeds that are heard
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When all is said and done
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Kings take their crowns
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They melt them all down
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Trying to get the gold out
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You went to hell and
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Even when you weren't selling
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You never ever sold out.
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You weren't no leader,
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You were more like a bleeder
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Who was trying to cry for us all
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You weren't no sage
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But your sense of outrage
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Sounded like a trumpet call
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Fifteen years ago
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In the old folky show
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You were just one voice in the crowd
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But now with so few singing
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Your voice would have been ringing
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Out 'bout twice as loud.
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There but for fortune
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Say a small circle of friends
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Some may see the changes
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So few see the ends
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The pleasures of the harbor
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Have come to you at last
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You may not be marching anymore
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But the parade's still going past.
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I'm not taking the blame
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That we killed you
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You know you did that to yourself
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But it was kind of a shame
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That you played that game
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You were better than anyone else
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One shot of your bottle
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Got you full throttle
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It was the friend that was always there
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But your greatest gift
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And the curse you lived with
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Was that you could always care.
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The Parade's Still Passing By
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| Phil Ochs |
