I can still remember
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When we were much younger
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Skies were blue and fields were green
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oh the air's so clean
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Animals ran wild and free
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birds could sing in harmony
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flowers would grow all around
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and Mother Earth was sound
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In those good good old days
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In those good good old days
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In those good good old days
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That used to be
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Where did all the green fields go
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And flowers now that just won't grow
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Animals are dying out
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That lives north and south
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They found out how to crack the skies
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Casting shadows on our eyes
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Telling us just how to live
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And when to die
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[CHORUS]
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But those good good old days
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yes those good good old days
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In those good good old days
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That used to be
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Wasting oil upon the sea
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That used to be so fresh and free
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Poisoned gases everywhere
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Stifling the air
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And many children lose their way
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By leaders of confusion
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And leave them with the price to pay
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Of hastened evolution
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[CHORUS]
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But those good good old days
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In those good good old days
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yes those good good old days
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That used to be
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Talking a¢æ?bout those good old days
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Talking a¢æ?bout those good old good old days
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Don't you remember
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Try to remember
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I'm sure you know
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I'm sure you know
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Those Good, Good Old Days
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| Jimmy Cliff |
