[Verse 1]
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Old days golden,
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covering the bases,
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back when we used to punch each other in the faces
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Under my skin, try on the ion
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See how it feels,
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let bygones be bygones
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path of the obscure,
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script of the well known
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that's when we didn't know shit from the elbow
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Underground meant something low water apocalypse
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Cats stuck in the trees, robots & rocket ships
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[CHORUS]
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Way back when, Solid Gold! That song on the radio's nice (x4)
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[Verse 2]
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Hooks for hands, Trash in the can
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Cash in the plan, Flash in the pan
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Baseball, baseball makin' the catches
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Tearin' the roof off, playing with matches
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Bumped and bruised,
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Dumped by the girlfriend
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Satan n Santa Claus Waiting for the world to end
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Dancing in the bathroom,
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Suffering in hatred,
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Cutting the trees down like nothing is sacred
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Struck by lightning, brand new exciting dance
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Writing grants, we might have had a fighting chance
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Words like weapons that dealt a crushing blow
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Under the stars on the edge of touch & go
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Boogey man, dirty books, fingers crossed just in case
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sadly mistaken trying to make it to second base
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Men drew lines, young boys drew knives
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Heavy study: Every body had two lives.
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[CHORUS]
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Way back when, Solid Gold! That song on the radio's nice (x4)
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[BRIDGE]
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right right back to the past
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like it was, like it was
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cause it ain't like it was in the old days
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[Verse 3]
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Dry heaves, it's always so wide grieved,
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Had to learn just to be so naive,
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odd jobs to buy stories & sold bottles
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living in a world of superheroes and role models
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big deals out of limits of friendship
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stopping start throwing shopping carts off bridges
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Men of the rodeo, Women of burlesque
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Epic battles & apples on the teacher's desk
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crying wolves, awaking in the cave
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weakness, secrets taken to the grave
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the bigger, the better
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unfair & so drastic
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things made of wood, long days and no plastic
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floozies weighed a ton,
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45ths, 33rds, Limits untested
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first kisses & dirty words
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Devils in the details, God saw errybody (Everybody)
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bad joke but ha ha very funny!
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[CHORUS/OUTRO]
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Way back when...Solid Gold...That song on the radio's nice (x4)
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way...back...when
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cause it ain't like it was in the old days
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old days, old days
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Way Back When
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| Buck 65 |
