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I forget the lines, but I don't forget the streetsWe still hit the road, we still gotta eatI still put on my trousers twelve legs at a timeYou're all sons of bitches, still I'll make it rhymeAnd though I couldn't tell you exactly what went wrongWe still stick together, we still get alongOooooh... Yeah yeah yeah!We have seen the fashion changing with the dayWe have seen the mighty crumble and swept awayI'm sure I'll see the tiny grow up strong and cruelDon't think for a minute I'll obey their rulesAnd though I couldn't tell you exactly what went wrongWe still stick together, we still get alongNow, some folks see a reason, and some folks see a planAnd some say that their faith can fill what they don't understandBut to hell with human drama, and the fight of right and wrongI'm just waiting for the day that I won't be here to see what's going onAnd though I couldn't tell you exactly what went wrongWe still stick together, we still get along From Letras Mania