| As I look back on the days that’s gone by
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| I can’t help but to think:
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| «What would I have done different than I did at that time?»
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| And you know what conclusion I come to is
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| The conclusion I come to is: I would’ve done it just like I did it
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| There was days of joy and happiness and sadness and madness
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| The normal, the normal way of life
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| And as I, as I sit here reminiscing through my years, I
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| Can’t help but to feel a little sad inside
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| Because those days are gone, forever and ever
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| Yesterday we were so out of frame
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| But now we need some time to slip away
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| As we drift in our memories of all the joys and tears
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| Tasting vintage wine, our early years
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| We sip and watch our lives go passing by
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| And remember things, we didn’t wonder why
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| Looking through the misty cloud at days we had no fear
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| But that was long ago in early years
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| Time has gone by
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| Time from our lives
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| Those early years of time, gone by
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| Those early years, gone from our lives
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| To appreciate your life, one has to know
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| Know the things it takes to keep ya
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| Keep your mind refreshed with thoughts of things we hold so near
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| Treasures from our lives in early years |