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We've got nothing new to say
Over all these old songs we play
But we talk about progression
Like it's still 1981
And the gods that we create
Out of the myths of yesterday
Provide us with a style
So that we can cop a sound
We've been playing this game for 25 years
And aren't we getting sick of it?
We've been running this race for 25 years
And we haven't moved an inch
We're going through the motions
Of these ancient rituals
And we're running around in circles
Over all these old songs we play
But we talk about progression
Like it's still 1981
And the gods that we create
Out of the myths of yesterday
Provide us with a style
So that we can cop a sound
We've been playing this game for 25 years
And aren't we getting sick of it?
We've been running this race for 25 years
And we haven't moved an inch
We're going through the motions
Of these ancient rituals
And we're running around in circles
Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe
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