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Whenever I get to feel this way |
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Hard to find new words to say |
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I think about the bad old days |
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We used to know |
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Nights of winter turn me cold |
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Fears of dying, getting old |
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We ran the race, the race was won |
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By running slowly |
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Could be soon we'll cease to sound |
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Slowly upstairs, faster down |
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Then to revisit stony grounds |
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We used to know |
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With every morning shilling spent |
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Made no sense to leave the bed |
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The bad old days, they came and went |
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Giving way to fruitful years |
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Saving up the birds in hand |
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While in the bush the others land |
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Take what we can before the man |
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Says it's time to go |
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Each to his own way, I'll go mine |
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Best of luck with what you find |
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But for your own sake remember times |
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We used to know |
