| We were wild and young and willing, to give up anything it took
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| To get to where we were going, you could read us like a book
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| Our nights were hot, filled with a lot, of lovers and dreams and songs
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| And mornings mostly found us in places we did not belong
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| But those were the days (those were the days)
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| Man those were the days (those were the days)
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| We listened to the songs Bob Dylan wrote
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| We sat there stoned and amazed
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| We forgot to eat, we forgot to sleep
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| Searching for the perfect line
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| So here’s to the good old days, baby, one more time
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| I remember Jimmy saying, if he had two blues and a beer
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| He might get some sleep tonight, give his head a chance to clear
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| I reminded him of an old girlfriend singing at a bar called Slim’s
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| And I recall him doing lot’s of things that night
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| But sleeping wasn’t one of them
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| But those were the days (those were the days)
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| Man those were the days (those were the days)
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| We learned all the songs the Beatles sang
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| We even tried Purple Haze
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| We forgot to eat, we forgot to sleep |
| Searching for the perfect rhyme
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| So here’s to the good old days, baby, one more time
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| We were wild and young and willing, we are still are in some ways
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| Every now and then we still have one of them good old days
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| And it makes me proud when I think out loud
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| About lovers and dreams and songs
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| And how it always kept me going and the best ones are never gone
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| But those were the days (those were the days)
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| Man those were the days (those were the days)
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| We learned all the songs by Hank and Lefty
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| There must have been a thousand ways
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| We forgot to eat, we forgot to sleep
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| And all but the very best lines
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| And even a few of those from time to time
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| But those were the days (those were the days)
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| Man those were the days (those were the days)
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| So here’s to the good old days, baby, one more time |