(Matraca Berg)
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I guess you had to be there, she said, you had to be
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She handed me a yellowed photograph
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And then said, See
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This was my greatest love, my one and only love
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And this is me
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Back when we were beautiful, see
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I don't feel very different, she said, I know it's strange
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I guess I've gotten used to these little aches and pains
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But I still love to dance, you know we used to dance
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The night away
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Back when we were beautiful, beautiful, yes
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I hate it when they say
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I'm aging gracefully
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I fight it every day
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I guess they never see
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I don't like this at all
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What's happening to me
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To me
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But I really love my grandkids, she said, they're sweet to hold
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They would have loved their grandpa
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Those awful jokes he told
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You know sometimes for a laugh, the two of us would act
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Like we were old
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Back when we were beautiful, beautiful, yes
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But I guess you had to be there...
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Back When We Were Beautiful
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| Matraca Berg |
