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His old hand is searching slowly |
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The wrinkled face is filled with pleasure |
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Worn-out fingers take a record |
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Out of the cover of the past |
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Then he looked up to heaven |
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His eyes are shining and smiling clearly |
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With this old music he remembers |
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He feels his youth - without fear |
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The whole street hears the music |
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And everybody knows |
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Young souls rocking again |
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With rock 'n' roll the speakers burning |
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Young souls rocking again |
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The amplifier is glowing hot |
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His feet are stepping with the rhythm |
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His hands are clapping till they burn |
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Where is the old age? How could this be? |
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In his mind he's young and free |
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The whole street hears the music |
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And everybody knows |
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Young souls rocking again |
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With rock 'n' roll the speakers burning |
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Young souls rocking again |
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The amplifier is glowing hot |