Good Old Days (Don't Exist)

The good old days
Don't exist
How could it get better
Than a wistful wish?
Honey, you're just dreaming
Bout those worn old words
Maybe when you're ready
You'll come back to earth

The crushing silence
The stifling air
I'm just trying to meet you halfway
But you don't play fair
Maybe I'm just dreaming
Guess you're not alone after all
Why do I keep thinking
That you're coming home?

The good old days
The good old days
The good old days
The good old days
The good old days
The good old days
Yeah the good old days
The good old days
They don't exist



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