Returned to see (?) my old neighborhood
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A dusty field where my school once stood
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A quiet street with no drag-racing cars
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A melody with no screaming guitars.
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I couldn't find that ol' sycamore tree
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Where my baby wrote that she loved me
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They chopped it down, and everything that wasn't good
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And nothing's left of my neighborhood.
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School days! School days! Oo-oooh Oo-oooh! [x2]
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School days! School days! Oo-oooh Oo-oooh! [x2]
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Oooooooh-ooooooh...oh oh oh!
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Round the corner was the soda shack
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And just a quarter bought an after school snack.
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We'd hang out close to the neon light
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We'd eat at Joe's every Saturday night.
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All our heroes on the radio
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All the nights out at the drive-in show.
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Somehow we lost a piece of paradise
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Growing up is not our own device.
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School days! School days! Oo-oooh Oo-oooh! [x2]
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School days! School days! Oo-oooh Oo-oooh! [x2]
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We were the leaders of the pack
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We'd stick together never holding back...
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School Days
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| Joe Walsh |
