| Do you remember in the day
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| all our crazy summer ways
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| And those guys that were our friends
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| The red and yellow windy falls
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| when we seemed to have it all
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| and it was never gonna end
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| The girls we loved
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| that came and went
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| All the idle time we spent
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| playing records that we’d borrowed
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| Now it kinda hurts to think
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| every time I take a drink
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| that this would be tomorrow
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| I don’t see nothin’wrong with dreaming
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| unless that’s all you seem to do Something’s wrong when you can’t find meaning
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| since nineteen seventy two
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| I’m not sure if it’s me that
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| needs changing'
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| Maybe we had a better way
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| But then the world always
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| needed rearranging
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| Even back in the day
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| Even back in the day
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| They’ve turned the Ritz into
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| a mall
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| And tore down the Big and Tall
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| But the ghosts still wander main street
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| They took away the mom and pop
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| There’s a seven acre stop
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| Where you buy new tires and bed sheets
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| Paula’s record shop is gone
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| It died a little with each song
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| that was written by committee
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| Now the stars don’t really shine
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| They steal the glow we left behind
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| In a time they never did see
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| I don’t see nothin’wrong with dreaming
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| unless that’s all you seem to do Something’s wrong when you can’t find meaning
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| since nineteen seventy two
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| I’m not sure if it’s me that
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| needs changing'
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| Maybe we had a better way
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| But then the world always
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| needed rearranging
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| Even back in the day
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| Even back in the day |