| When I walk down the street
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| I feel like a man from another time
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| My memories of the past so much cleaner and stronger
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| Oh and fine
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| Seem to me the girls much prettier
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| The air was cleaner
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| And coffee only cost
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| One dime
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| One dime
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| One dime
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| When I was younger
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| Used to wonder why old folks used to talk about the past
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| I used to think they was so boring
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| Now I’ve arrived at last
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| Anyway, why do you wanna listen to what I got to say at all
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| Don’t you got nothin' better to do
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| Don’t you got nothin' better to do
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| Don’t you got nothin' better to do
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| Than listen to a man
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| From another time
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| Listen to a man from another time
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| Listen to a man from another time
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| My greatest fear before I die
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| Is to turn into a boring old fart
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| All that I can do is keep on playin' what’s in my
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| Heart
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| Heart
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| Heart
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| Anyway, I don’t know why you wanna listen
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| What I got to say at all
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| Don’t you got nothin' better to do
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| Don’t you got nothin' better to do
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| Don’t you got nothin' better to do
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| That listen to a man
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| From another time
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| Listen to a man from another time
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| Listen to a man from another time
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| Listen to a man from another time
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| Listen to a man from another time |