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This old man on the street Says nobody talks to him I guess that I don’t count Maybe he’s just full of vim Some lady by the phone Crying that it never rings When did she last go out It’s the loneliness that stings I don’t want to live anymore The way things used to be It doesn’t really matter now When will we just be free? When are we gunna figure out How much is in our head No wonder we can’t make it work Still living for the dead Two old men hold the keys Half of us don’t even play How absurd is this life That folks think there’s just one way I’ve known a hundred men Each different from the next Tell them all be the same No wonder they’re all so vexed I don’t want to live anymore The way things used to be It doesn’t really matter now When will we just be free? When are we gunna figure out How much is in our head No wonder we can’t make it work Still living for the dead (Living for the dead) (The way things used to be) When will we just be free? How will we move forward When we’re all stuck looking back Not like you see me now When you’re shooting so much flak Drew a line in the sand Wrong side you’re the enemy Justifying how your death Won’t mean anything to me I don’t want to live anymore The way things used to be It doesn’t really matter now When will we just be free? When are we gunna figure out How much is in our head No wonder we can’t make it work Still living for the dead (Living for the dead)