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Good sons, who needs them
We'll never run the show
Just can't fake
We just can't fake it, no
But what, what about all of our/the (dough?)
Maybe someday
Maybe someday, I don't know
Someday we'll make it
I wont forget I wrote this song?
You must be crazy
You must be crazy, goin back home
Good sons, who needs them
We'll never run the show
Just can't fake
We just can't fake it, no
Go back home, go back home
Maybe someday
Maybe someday
I don't know.
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