Come on wave y'all, down by the riverside
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Say toodle-loo to the passing of a king
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If you can cling to the magic of the moment
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You'll carry on the message, just like him
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Don't be afraid, there's nothing to be scared of
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You're not alone, even when you're by yourself
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There ain't too much that really makes a ha'pence worth o' difference
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There ain't nothing new, that ain't been done before
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Is this the end of the old guard?
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I wouldn't count on it
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Is this end of the old platoon?
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When all the nations speak, unto the nations
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Not by the party boys who claim the title king
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We'll stop to see the changes that are written
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By the dawning of a New World here within
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Is this the end of the old guard?
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I wouldn't count on it
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Is this the end of the old platoon?
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Don't count on it
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I've seen the changes
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And I've heard the liberties
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So don't you tell me there's no more I can do
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I built a castle from the dreams of idle wasters
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And I'm on the ramparts looking down at you
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Is this the end of the old guard?
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I wouldn't count on it
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Is this the end of the old platoon?
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Changing The Guard
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| Mark King |
