| We had maps that unfolded
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| Back in my day
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| You could drink from the river
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| We had gods made of clay
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| There were mile-high glaciers
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| No locks on the doors
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| The stars burned brighter
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| We never counted past four
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| The birds were always watching
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| There were monsters in the sea
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| We wore watches on our wrists
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| There were ghosts in the trees
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| Way back in the days
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| You’re too young to have seen
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| When the nights were darker
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| Longer and deep
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| There was no time or space
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| When I was growing up
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| We had summer all winter
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| The moon rose with the sun
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| And music sounded better
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| We recorded on rings of ice
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| And as the songs turned to water
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| We couldn’t help but cry
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| Way back in the good days
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| The ones you didn’t see
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| When everything was better
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| Darker and deep |