| Gloria:
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| I was looking in the mirror last night
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| My grey hair turned to black
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| I was looking in the mirror last night
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| And pleasant memories came back
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| I remember the time when i was seventeen
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| And all the things that i wanted to do
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| The world was new
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| Tulip:
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| The world is for the young
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| C’mon, we’re on our way
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| Its a wonderful place
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| But when we done what we’re going to do
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| Then we’ll have changed it’s face
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| Mr Brown:
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| Searching through some papers one day
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| A sweet scent filled the air
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| It came from the letter i found
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| And a lock of dark hair
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| It belonged to a girl who was in love with me
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| And she written that without me, she’d die
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| Mrs Brown: I wonder why?
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| Mrs Brown:
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| Looking through an album last night
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| I came acrossed a snap
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| That showed a handsome youth
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| With a girl sitting on his lap
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| «Valentino?» |
| i thought, with his sleeked black hair
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| And Mary Pigford was on his knee
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| But it was me!
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| Mr & Mrs:
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| The world is for the young
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| But they’ll soon find out
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| When they come to explore
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| The strange new lands of expirience
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| But we’ve been there before
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| Mr:
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| Trying to recapture the past
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| Only makes me regret
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| The passing of an age and all the people that i’ve met
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| Gloria:
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| A ride on a tram on the upper deck
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| With a boy with a Fairbanks moustache
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| We were so rash
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| All:
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| The world is for the young
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| It was always so
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| Mr, Mrs, Gloria:
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| It’s not ours anymore
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| But, they’ll find out when they follow us
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| 'cause we’ve been there before |