| Time said it all
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| Like the clock upon the wall
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| Always turning
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| Never yearning
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| To go back over our lives
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| I wish for a time
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| I could turn the hands of mine
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| Back to those days
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| Golden old day
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| Of Dansette dreams and 45's
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| Not that today
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| Isn’t good in many ways
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| What we have here
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| Let’s be quite clear
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| Has embellished all our lives
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| And yet if you ask
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| What for me is made to last
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| Nothing better
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| To come together
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| Than Dansette dreams and 45's
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| The weight of many world
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| Upon your shoulder, I suspend
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| There’s not something you’d ever care to see
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| But look into the future
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| If it’s bright then let it show
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| It’s not the kind
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| That you had in mind
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| All those years ago
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| Hearts made of stone
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| By their nature never moan
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| They just leave you
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| When they see you
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| Seeing through their disguise
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| Perhaps that explains
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| When I’m walking in the rain
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| Nothing better than the weather
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| And Dansette dreams and 45's
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| I’m not suggesting for one minute
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| Living in the past
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| Is everything that it’s cracked up to be
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| But don’t tell me the future
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| Isn’t looking at a fool
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| You sit for hours
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| Blowing in its path
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| You are who he knows
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| Who now believes
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| Love was ever
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| Asking places
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| Where the aim is
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| To bring terror to our minds
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| It pains me to think
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| Yet to ease the pain it brings
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| Nothing gets me
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| Or unupsets me
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| Like Dansette dreams and 45's
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| If there’s one thing
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| To make my heart sing
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| It’s Dansette dreams and 45's
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| It’s Dansette dreams and 45's |