the good ol' days are over
there are no more songs to sing
I hate to admit it
but old age changes everything
back when I was hopeful
back when I belonged
I thought life would improve
but I guess that I was wrong
remind me of who I used to be
when I was free as the wind
let me continue to be me
I want to be young again
I remember tea with whiskey
I remember your hand in mine
we took it all for granted
like we'd have endless time
but now our time is almost finished
never to ever return
now everything is diminished
the bridges have been burned
remind me of who I used to be
when I was free as the wind
let me continue to be me
I want to be young again
take me back to the old days
when life had barely begun
back when the days were new
back when life was fun
I do not want to be here
when life takes its final steps
I'm still among the living
life isn't through with me yet
remind me of who I used to be
when I was free as the wind
let me continue to be me
I want to be young again
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