| Saw your face the other day
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| And I wish I’d had the guts enough to say
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| «I wish you could spend the night
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| And it would be like old times»
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| And I went through the letters you wrote, today
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| And when we rode that pony, had a wonderful time
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| But you were ready to get back home
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| So it could be like old times
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| But that was long ago, before you were free
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| When you were still hanging out
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| When you were still with me
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| And I’d wish I’d held on, too
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| And it would be like old times
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| Be like old times
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| Be like old times
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| And love would feel brand new
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| Just like old times
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| I didn’t hold you that day when you cried
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| The day David died, the fourth of July
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| Oh, how you cried and cried
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| And I’m sorry, babe, so sorry
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| That I did not call you back
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| And when I finally called
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| I’m sorry for that
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| But hey, c’mon, honey
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| Let’s forget about those times
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| And be like old times
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| Be like old times
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| And love would feel brand new
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| Just like old times
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| Yeah, be like old times
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| Be like old times
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| And love would feel brand new
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| Just like old times
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| And love would feel brand new
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| Just like old times |