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Way Back When
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Well, I guess that this is now the end
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who'd have thought
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my old friend
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we signed the papers and we capped the pen
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But I remember you from way back when
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'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
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welcome David-what's-his-name-again'
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Things change -
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the old cliche
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if we knew now what we knew yesterday
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oh, we couldn't give it away.
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I was working at a record store
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I knew you,
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you knew the score
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some kind of deal is what we're looking for
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Time came, and disappeared
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no one steered and
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it got weirder
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help was needed, no one volunteered.
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Things change,
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you got to wait a bit
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what made me think that I could weather it?
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you're down before you even notice
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you've been hit
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And through it all I wondered where the bus
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was taking you
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who knew?
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and even though my one and one was always
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making two
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I never thought that I was breaking you.
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We were victims of the old taboo
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but people change
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we changed too
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just make it count before they get to you.
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Things change -
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baby, hold the phone! -
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they'll shoot you down like you was Al Capone
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Oh, you better go it alone.
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Well, I guess that this is now the end
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the paper's signed -
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forget the pen
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wonder if we'll ever meet again?
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Way Back When
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| Aimee Mann |
