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Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the good old days, right |
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Everybody, the good old days, the good old days |
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Well, let's talk about the good old days |
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Come to think of it as, as bad as we think they are |
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These will become the good old days for our children, hum |
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Why don't we, ah |
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Try to remember that kind of September, when |
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When life was slow and oh, so mellow, hum |
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Try to remember, and if you remember then follow |
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Oh, why does it seem the past is always better |
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We look back and think |
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The winters were warmer |
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The grass was greener |
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The skies were bluer |
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And smiles were bright |
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Can it be that it was all so simple then |
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Or has time rewritten every line |
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And if we had the chance to do it all again |
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Tell me |
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Would we |
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Could we |
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Memories, like the corners of my mind |
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Misty watercolor memories |
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Of the way we were |
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Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind |
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Smiles we gave to one another |
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For the way we were |
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Hahaa... |
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Oh, can it be that it was all so simple then |
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Or has time rewritten every line |
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And if we had the chance to do it all again |
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Tell me.. haha... |
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Would we |
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Could we |
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Memories, may be beautiful and yet |
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What's too painful to remember |
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We simply choose to forget |
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So it's the laughter we will remember |
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Whenever we remember |
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The Way We Were... |
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Remember, the way we were |
