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Do you remember in the day |
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All our crazy summer ways |
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And those guys that were our friends? |
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The red and yellow windy falls |
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When we seemed to have it all |
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And it was never going to end |
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The girls we loved that came and went |
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All the idle time we spent |
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Playing records that we borrowed |
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And now it kind of hurts to think |
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That every time I take a drink |
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That this would be tomorrow |
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I don't see nothing wrong with dreaming |
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Unless that's all you seem to do |
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Something's wrong when you can't find meaning |
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Since nineteen-seventy-two |
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I'm not sure if it's me that needs changing |
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Maybe we had a better way |
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But then the world always needed rearranging |
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Even back in the day |
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Even back in the day |
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They've turned the Ritz into a mall |
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And tore down the big and tall |
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But the ghosts still wander Main Street |
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They took away the mom and pop |
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There's a seven acre stop |
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Where you buy new tires and bed sheets |
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Paula's record shop is gone |
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It died a little with each song |
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That was written by committee |
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And now the stars don't really shine |
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They steal the glow we left behind |
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In a time they never did see |
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I don't see nothing wrong with dreaming |
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Unless that's all you seem to do |
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Something's wrong when you can't find meaning |
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Since nineteen-seventy-two |
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I'm not sure if it's me that needs changing |
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Maybe we had a better way |
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But then the world always needed rearranging |
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Even back in the day |
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Even back in the day |
