How can I say this But that table it's no longer there And the hi-fi radio Is in bad need of repair
The old black and white Photograph of us sitting together Your thick rimmed glasses My long unkempt boyish hair
Ink stains, paper stains, coffee stains Laugh lines, cigarette Ash, coffee grinds Are all meaning less now. Have gone out With bell-bottoms, groovy-tunes, dropping-out Tuning-in, free-love, Happy-hour, Flower-Power
The world isn't any more corrupt or less than it once was but the messy coffee table Ice-blocks in the fridge, love letters pinned to walls I don't know how to tell you this but those days are gone.
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