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Saw your face the other day |
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I wish I'd had the guts enough to say |
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'I wish you could spend the night |
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and it would be like old times,' |
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and I went through the letters |
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that you wrote, today |
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and when we rode that pony, had a wonderful time |
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but you were ready to get back home |
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so it could be like old times |
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but that was long ago |
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before you were free |
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when you were still hanging out |
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when you were still with me |
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and I wish I had held onto |
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and it would be like old times |
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be like old times |
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and love would feel brand new |
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just like old times |
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and I didn't hold you |
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that day when you cried |
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the day david died |
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the fourth of july |
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oh, how you cried and cried |
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and I'm sorry, babe, so sorry |
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I did not call you back |
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and when I finally called |
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I'm sorry for that |
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but hey, come on, honey |
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let's forget about those times |
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and be like old times |
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be like old times |
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and love would feel brand new |
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just like old times |
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yeah be like old times |
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be like old times |
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and love would feel brand new |
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just like old times |
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and love would feel brand new |
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just like old times |
