[Grapow]
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When I grew up, long long time ago
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All the music sound about peace and love
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Everybody seemed so groovy and high
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But behind the curtain they couldn`t realy fly
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What I needed in all those young years
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To make up my mind and from up my ears
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Was this music which helped a lot
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I have these tunes still in my head
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[Chorus:]
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Release all your feelings
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When you hear these old songs
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Now it's time for memories
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I like to hold on, on my dreams, my old dreams
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A joint in my left, flowers in my head
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Send a time- machine to bring back these fine times
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A guy with afro-look played this axe like hell
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Influenced me really so much and he burned them
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As well
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Now I'm here, without fear
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I don't wanna listen to that grunge crap here
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If you're a kid make me up your mind
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Open your eyes don't be blind
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[Chorus]
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Now I'm here, without fear
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I don't wanna listen that grunge crap here
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If you're a kid make me up your mind
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Open your eyes don't be blind
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[Chorus]
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Memories
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| Roland Grapow |
