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I guess I'm an old-fashioned dreamer |
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Walking the street on my own |
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Out of date, like the old-fashioned steamer |
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No longer feeling at home |
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For now romance has gone, time races on |
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But I still remember |
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The town, the girls, the bar full of sailors |
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And the old nickelodeon soundThe old cobblestone street echoes of feet |
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Like distant reminders |
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Of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors |
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And the old nickelodeon soundThere used to be all kinds of places where people like me used to go |
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Full of rough but friendly old faces |
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Looking for someone to know |
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But now, they only belong to old films or songs |
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Almost forgotten |
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Like the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors |
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And the old nickelodeon soundThe old cobblestone street echoes of feet |
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Like distant reminders |
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Of the town, the girls, the bar full of sailors |
