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There are days |
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And Strange Ways |
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You'll make haste |
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You'll make fine mistakes |
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And though it's been so long |
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It's on the tip of your tongue |
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Why you feel this way |
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The routine's lost it's grace |
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(It just ain't the same) |
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I used to love this place |
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(It just ain't the same) |
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Yesterday's seen better days |
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(It just ain't the same) |
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I just ain't the same kid |
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And again I sing |
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Let "Auld Lang Syne" ring! |
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I'm thinking of better things |
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As the room spins so fittingly |
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Good things at times |
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Are too good to be true, as they say |
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The older I get the more it seems |
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To be this way |
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The routine's lost it's grace |
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(It just ain't the same) |
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I used to love this place |
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(It just ain't the same) |
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Yesterday's seen better days |
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(It just ain't the same) |
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I just ain't the same kid |
