Текст (слова) песни: Fastball - G.O.D. (Good Old Days)
I`ve been thinking about the good old days Decorated in a candy glaze Each pretty ink blot panel Tells a different tale Each photo on the mantle Sweet memories that will never go stale
I`ve been climbing up the walls again Living with a memory that might have been So pick me up on a weekday night We could get together and ride around in The black and white
I`ve been thinking about the good old days My silly clothes and my silly ways Each drunken drugstore purchase Each chemical advance Seven days a weekend Every day the same old dizzy dance
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