| Where did my good friend go?
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| Where did the old song go?
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| He hasn't played for many years, you know the world
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| So maybe someone you know
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| Where did the old song go?
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| Louis Armstrong was once played by others
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| Where did the old song go?
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| Look at the new song, I'm singing here now
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| And although I like her, I still have her
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| I hear that old song
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| Mr Kainar wrote the text to him
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| Where did the old song go? |
| Yippee
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| The text wasn't slag, it didn't age and stuff
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| I'd like to know
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| Where did the old song go?
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| Maybe that's the fate of the songs
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| Disappear like a ping-pong ball
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| When they ran out of breath, they were in the archives
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| She's crammed into a drawer
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| That's how every song ends
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| Hmm…
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| Where did my good friend go?
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| Don't you know where the old song went?
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| You have your own world
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| You are sixteen years old
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| And you can't hear today
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| How the old song sounded then
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| La la la la, la la la la
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| La la la la, la la la á
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| He used to be swing and jazz
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| But today is today
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| The water gone what she took, she took it
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| The old song disappeared with her…
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| So sing
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| Keep the sun shining
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| That fixed point, the golden gong, oh yeah
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| Once you want
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| Hear your song today to sound
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| I will say: lalalala, the water has taken
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| Like that old song |