It was on the never-ending summer evenings
when the Earth was still warm from the Sun's embrace.
Do you remember with what fervor we'd run in
and along those endless fields back in those days?
Do you remember back when we'd ride our bikes?
Always downhill to see who got there there the fastest.
Exploring the backyard at night with heavy flashlights,
we got scared but were always quick to act the bravest.
I remember those being the good ol' days,
the ones of which I wish I had more
Yeah, they were the good ol' days,
the days worth living for.
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 7:51 AM UTC
It was on the never-ending summer evenings
when the Earth was still warm from the Sun's embrace.
Do you remember with what fervor we'd run in
and along those endless fields back in those days?
Do you remember back when we'd ride our bikes?
Always downhill to see who got there there the fastest.
Exploring the backyard at night with heavy flashlights,
we got scared but were always quick to act the bravest.
I remember those being the good ol' days,
the ones of which I wish I had more
Yeah, they were the good ol' days,
the days worth living for.
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