| You lived in a place long, long ago
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| Where nothing moved and time went slow
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| And someone sang about a Golden Age
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| In Cenotaph Park, drinking in the dark
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| This place was the machine that put the iron in your heart
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| So we hung around and we hung around
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| And we hung around for days
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| In the parking lot stoned, stars shone out of phase
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| And the rain came down, cassettes wore out, Oh No!
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| Then you left town feeling pretty down
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| With your headphones and your coat and
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| Your dirty graduation gown you were
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| In the bedroom singing radio songs
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| Sing them loud
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| Sing them all night, Emily
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| You need something to help you along
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| Freeze, freeze, freeze Little Golden Age
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| I don’t miss my Little Golden Age
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| 'Cause the body takes the heart, takes the heart
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| Around from place to place
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| And this place still stands, this place remains unchanged
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| And you can’t go back
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| Oh, who would want to anyway
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| You were in the bedroom singing radio songs
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| Sing them loud
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| Sing them all night, Emily
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| You needed something to help you along
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| My Little Golden Age |