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I found it somehow strange even then |
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How you`d go on about it |
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You shared that vision again and again |
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til I could see it too, my friend. |
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Imagine us you said All wrinkled bent and grey |
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Three queer old codgers reflecting back |
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To tangchao`s golden days |
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Together forever more |
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And I believed as you believed |
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Together`s what we`d have in store |
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Our grandkids fighting duels With drumstick swords |
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Those were your words |
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Guitars and basses slung across |
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their backs As they climb cross stacks Of drums and amps |
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While we old gramps We cry our joyful tears |
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And drain a nostalgic class To those wonderful wonderful years |
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Together we`d grow old |
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Tell me why it won`t turn out exactly as you told |
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Tell me why it`s grown so cold |
