| Bring me back the good old days,
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| When you let me misbehave.
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| Always knew, it wouldn’t last,
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| But if you ask, I’d go again.
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| Yeah, I’d go again.
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| It’s alright, it’s okay,
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| I don’t need you anyway.
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| You don’t have to tell the truth,
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| Cause if you do I’ll tell it too.
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| Oh, I’ll tell it too.
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| Well, it ain’t easy to stay in love
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| If you can’t tell lies,
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| So I’ll just have to take a bow
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| And say goodbye.
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| I’m loosened up, but it’s too late to turn it around.
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| I’m dropping bolts on the ground and I’m coming unwound.
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| Don’t you miss the good old days,
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| When I let you misbehave?
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| Why you’re looking down like that?
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| I know that you dying to come back,
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| Please come on back.
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| Well, it ain’t easy to stay in love
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| When you’re telling lies,
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| So I’ll just have to take a bow
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| And say goodbye. |