The Good Old Days

He still likes the bar room's dim-lit, smoky atmosphere

The different kinds of perfume, conversations he overhears

He's just one of many winding down or winding up the night

The only way he knows to let loose is to hold on tight

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And he'll never lose that hold

And he'll never change his ways

The good times won't grow old

These are the good old days

He's got no broken romance that sent him wondering way back when

He carries the torch for no one, that's the way it's always been

He's just one of the chosen few who won't push or two that line

He knows he'd only lose his mind, he'd never lose his mind

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These are the good old days