| Children run around everywhere
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| We let ‘em run, make the people stare
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| We don’t mind, this is our time
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| I’ve missed you so, my barrel of fun
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| Remember all the crazy gigs in the sun
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| It was so fine, it were different times
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| Oh, I’ve got our old records stuck in my head
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| Play on, play on, like when we were young
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| I’ve got our old records stuck in my head
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| Play on, play on, like when we were young
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| Remember how we ran before we walked?
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| Remember how we sang before we talked?
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| It made the old boys laugh, 'cause it was different then
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| Now we’re thirty-five and we say stuff like
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| «Time runs, time flies»
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| And tears will shed for the good times had
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| I’ve got our old records stuck in my head
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| Play on, play on, like when we were young
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| I’ve got our old records stuck in my head
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| Play on, play on, like when we were young
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| When we were young, we grew up in the eye of the storm
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| We built a world of our own
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| Yeah, when we were young, we shared what we were fighting for
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| Cause we were never alone
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| No, we were never alone
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| Oh, I’ve got our old records stuck in my head
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| Play on, play on, like when we were young
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| I’ve got our old records stuck in my head
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| Play on, play on, like when we were young
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| I’ve got our old records stuck in my head
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| Oh, I’ve got our old records stuck in my head
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| Like when we were young
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| Like when we were young |