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And that old time feeling goes sneakin' down the hall |
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Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall |
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And that old time feeling comes stumblin' up the street |
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Like an old salesman kickin' the papers from his feet |
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And that old time feeling draws circles around the block |
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Like old women with no children, holdin' hands with the clock |
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And that old time feeling falls on its face in the park |
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Like an old wino prayin' he can make it till it's dark |
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And that old time feeling comes and goes in the rain |
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Like an old man with his checkers, dyin' to find a game |
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And that old time feeling plays for beer in bars |
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Like an old blues-time picker who don't recall who you are |
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And that old time feeling limps through the night on a crutch |
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Like an old soldier wonderin' if he's paid too much |
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And that old time feeling rocks and spits and cries |
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Like an old lover rememberin' the girl with the clear blue eyes |
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And that old time feeling goes sneakin' down the hall |
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Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall |