Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the good old days, right
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Everybody, the good old days, the good old days
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Well, let's talk about the good old days
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Come to think of it as, as bad as we think they are
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these will become the good old days for our children, hum
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Why don't we, ah
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Try to remember that kind of September, when
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When life was slow and oh, so mellow, hum
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Try to remember, and if you remember then follow
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Oh, why does it seem the past is always better
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We look back and think
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The winters were warmer
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The grass was greener
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The skies were bluer
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And smiles were bright
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Can it be that it was all so simple then
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Or has time rewritten every line
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And if we had the chance to do it all again
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Tell me
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Would we
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Could we
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Memories, like the corners of my mind
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Misty watercolor memories
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Of the way we were
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Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
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Smiles we gave to one another
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For the way we were
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Hahaa...
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Oh, can it be that it was all so simple then
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Or has time rewritten every line
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And if we had the chance to do it all again
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Tell me.. haha...
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Would we
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Could we
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Memories, may be beautiful and yet
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What's too painful to remember
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We simply choose to forget
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So it's the laughter we will remember
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Whenever we remember
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The Way We Were...
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Remember, the way we were
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The Way We Were / Try To Remember
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| Gladys Knight |
