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Those were the days

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Em
Once upon a time there was a tavern,
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where we used to raise a glass or two.
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Remember how we laughed away the hours,           
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and dreamed of all the great things we would do.


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Those were the days, my friend,
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we thought they'd never end,
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we'd sing and dance for ever and a day;
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We'd live the life we choose,
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we,d fight and never loose,
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For we were young, and sure to have our way.
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La la la - la la la - la la la - la la la
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La la la la - la la la la la la


Em
Then the busy years went rushing by us.
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We lost our starty notions on the way.
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If by chance I'd see you in the tavern,
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we'd smiled at one another, and we'd say:


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Those were the days, my friend,............


Em
Just tonight I stood before the tavern.
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Nothing seemed the way it used to be.
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In the glass I saw a strange reflection,
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was that lonley woman really me?


                            Em
Those were the days, my friend,............


Em
Through the door there came familiar laughter.
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I saw your face and heard you call my name.
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Oh, my friend, we're older, but no wiser.
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For in our hearts the dream are still the same.


                            Em
Those were the days, my friend,............

 
 
 

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