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Those Days


Those days when we sang, we poured our hearts and souls into everything we played Those days we were the same, we had little years of age we had room to make mistakes Those days were torn away, as time ran on the songs were gone and little did we play Those days were the best we made, we grew apart when life got hard—our hearts distraught We went too far... We didn’t know how easy life was We didn’t know what pain or strife was We didn’t know how good we had it We were just focused on what was bad And we didn’t think that those days would end We didn’t think that we wouldn’t be friends We didn’t know that it’d all be in vain We didn’t know that that we never felt pain Where did we go? Where did our feelings flow? What’s with all these do’s and don’ts? No, we didn’t think that we’d fight Yeah, we thought we would be all right but now we stay up at night thinking about what we didn’t do right We didn’t know what was ahead Wanting to go back again to that time when we all were friends Maybe this won’t be the end Maybe we can be friends Maybe those days will return Maybe all those bridges have burned...
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