Maybe These are the Good Old Days

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Ten Foot Pole - Rock

Maybe These are the Good Old Days

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His skies are nothing but grey Bad luck has wrecked every day It's like he's trapped in a curse His family fortune just fell He's got a renter from hell I tell him things could be worse Maybe these are the good ol' days For the ones who see tomorrow We have no clue that we have it made 'Til we end the world we know She's got a glass that's half full The market's turning to bull She's flying high on her hope She kind of smiles with delight 'Cuz she knows things will go right And there's no reason to mope Maybe these are the good ol' days For the few who keep the memory Living large with our lazy ways 'Til we're taught what hell can be I can't wake, I can't sleep I can't stay, I can't leave I can't move, I can't try I can't rest, I can't cry I can't talk, I can't think I can't rock, I can't sing I can't deal, I can't grieve I can't heal, I can't breathe

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