Worst Type of Best Possible

I had a lot to drink last night
 I had a lot to say
 I woke up with a busted lip
 And a stream of words dripping down my face
 Times are changing
 Times are changing, my love
 Times are changing
 And everybody knows
 That we can't get along
 This is how it all went wrong
 Where you are's not where you're from
 But I'm always holding out for peacetime
 Holding out for grace
 Everyone is leaving
 And they won't come back again
 No time for a gesture
 No need to re-engage
 You can move to dreamland
 But I'm holding out for change
 I never was a lucky one
 I never was a saint
 But now the devil is creeping out
 And he don't care for your give and take
 'Cause we can't get along
 This is how it all went wrong
 Where you are's not where you're from
 But I'm always holding out for peacetime
 Holding out for grace
 Everyone is leaving
 And they won't come back again
 No time for a gesture
 No need to re-engage
 You can move to dreamland
 But I'm holding out for change
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 Holding out for peacetime
 Holding out for grace
 Everyone is leaving
 And they won't come back again
 No time for a gesture
 No need to re-engage
 You can move to dreamland
 But I'm holding out for change