Ain’t it just like the old days,
Let's see how the hand plays,
Living at a second-hand cliché,
It ain’t just like the old days
You are what you eat
You'll become digested
Well love it isn't fate
Love is testing
You will be forever
I will bury you like treasure
We've gotta get friends in high places
Hide behind their plastic faces
Lift off the flag and replace it,
Danced with our friends in high places
You are what you eat
You'll become digested
Well love it isn't fate
Love is tested
You will be forever
I will bury you like treasure
Now you will be forever
I will bury you like treasure
I used to walk the air
I was your shadowy secret
I used to walk the air
I was your shadowy secret
Now you will be forever
I will bury you like treasure
Now you will be forever
I will bury you like treasure
compositores: CHRISTOPHER URBANOWICZ, EDWARD LAY, RUSSELL LEETCH, THOMAS SMITH
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