Younger Days

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In my younger days, when I felt 
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older then
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I tried to talk to you, baby let
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 somethin' warmer in
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The games were different, I 
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didn't quite know the rules
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It could have been something I said
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Bah ba-da ba-da ba-da


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I remember one day, bikin' round
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 the parkin' lot
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Wearin' my dad's haircut and 
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feeling like I played the part
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My brother and sister, they 
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would make me conversate
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With the passerby who would wonder
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 why


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The days go so long
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The days go so long,
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The days go so long,


And I think,

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Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in
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 the city?
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Wondering how to get home at night
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Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in
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 the city?

Tonight

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Climbin' my staircase, trying to
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 get outside
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I reach the rooftop, always the 
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best place to hide
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My brother and sister, they 
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would get kicks for days
F#m                             
Hearin' what the strangers had to 
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say


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The days go soooooooooooooooo long
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The days go soooooooooooooooo long,
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The days go soooooooooooooooo long,
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The days go on so long