| The greatest joy is to begin
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| But new beginnings getting scarcer every year
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| I still recall back in the day
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| Your eyes so beautiful I had to look away
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| Now we meet, go for a walk
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| But I know that the old you can’t be far off
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| So how about after this stroll
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| You and me get rock 'n roll
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| My dearest friend sit on my face
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| Sit on my face for old time’s sake
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| For all the summers slipped away
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| Sit on my face for old time’s sake
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| The dinners get more civilized
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| We’ve got more money and we’re all a little tired
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| But she’s still there behind your eyes
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| Back when each night revealed a prize
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| We may have families and kids
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| But we’re still gypsies within
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| So crack a bottle and get set
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| Because the show’s not over yet
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| My dearest friend sit on my face
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| Sit on my face for old time’s sake
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| For all the summers slipped away
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| The choices we can’t unmake
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| For all our glorious yesterdays
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| The summers forever slipped away
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| For all the choices we can’t unmake
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| Sit on my face for old time’s sake
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| Sit on my face for old time’s sake
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| For old times |