These Are The Good Old Days

In the backseat of his car
 Head out the window, eyes towards the stars
 Big pink moon through the cypress trees
 Tells me he loves me and I wanna believe him
 He's in a Queen t-shirt and baggy jeans
 When he speaks he says what he means
 Holds my hand, kisses my cheek
 Sharing a bottle of something sweet
 These are the good old days
 Don't let time slip away
 These are the good old days
 Don't let time slip away
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 People like me think feelings are facts
 Falling in love gives us a heart attack
 One foot in the future, one in the past
 Wanna know for sure if it's gonna last
 These are the good old days
 Don't let time slip away
 These are the good old days
 Don't let time slip away
 These are the good old days
 
 These are the good old days