| I’m old fashioned, I love the moonlight
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| I love the old fashioned things
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| The sound of rain upon a window pane
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| The daffodills that April brings
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| This years fancies are passing fancies
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| But sighing sighs, holding hands
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| These my heart understands
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| I’m old fashioned, but I don’t mind it
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| That’s how I’ll always be
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| If only you’ll agree
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| To stay old fashioned with me
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| I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
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| I’ll admit I was never one of those sophisticated lads
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| Not that I ever tried to be a saint
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| I’m the type that they classify as quaint
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| I’m old fashioned, I love cheap music
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| The feel of spring in the air
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| Moons in June
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| Those sentimental tunes
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| Those nightinggales in Berkley Square
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| Things are rationed
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| I don’t require them
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| When high white clouds sail above
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| Dreams are dreams
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| Love is love
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| I’m old fashioned
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| We’d better face it—
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| That’s how I’ll always be—
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| As long as you agree
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| To stay old fashioned with me |