| Vaudeville Nanna and The Banjolele
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| Waiting for me and a rainy day
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| Trying to cross road, they all look like candy
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| Guitars behind glass that I wanted to play
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| I beg for one, oh, but dad’s just a teacher
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| Could barely afford to buy me such things
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| I woke him up at 3 in the morning
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| Asked him to tune the extra two strings
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| They’re the best days of my life
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| I can never get back
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| What will never be again
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| But I can close my eyes
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| And I can see them, ooh
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| My dear old mom, frustrated actress
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| Reluctant victory, writing with me
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| My first attempt at filling the pages
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| She was the angel, the angel you see
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| They’re the best days of my life
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| I can never get back
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| What will never be again
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| But I can close my eyes
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| And I can see them, see them
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| I have this dream, we’re all at the table
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| Sharing verses, stories and song
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| Vaudeville Nanna and The Banjolele
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| She hands it to me and I play along
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| The best days of my life
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| Are somewhere up the road
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| With my family and friends
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| I can close my eyes
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| And I can see them, see them |