The time, the past
The place, the city
In the old days, we each went our own way;
We all had different hobbies
We listened to different music
And we had different beliefs
But there was one thing that we all agreed on
[?]
Everyone has their own way of living
Everyone has their quirks
Some are resentful, and others forgiving
Some return shopping carts
Others arе jerks
Some peoplе think that not signaling's rude
Some people think that Tide isn't food
Some people think that society's screwed
And some were dumb
Most are dumb
We're different, that's all
Some rise, while others fall
I raise
I fold
I call
I don't know how to play poker
The place, the city
In the old days, we each went our own way;
We all had different hobbies
We listened to different music
And we had different beliefs
But there was one thing that we all agreed on
[?]
Everyone has their own way of living
Everyone has their quirks
Some are resentful, and others forgiving
Some return shopping carts
Others arе jerks
Some peoplе think that not signaling's rude
Some people think that Tide isn't food
Some people think that society's screwed
And some were dumb
Most are dumb
We're different, that's all
Some rise, while others fall
I raise
I fold
I call
I don't know how to play poker
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