Good Old Days

I've been lookin' for a feeling I can't find
 There's no barren wasteland like the back of my mind
 Maybe it's just that I never really made the time
 Maybe it's selfish of me
 To feel like I'm always bein' robbed of mine, oh, oh
 Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
 I'll sing you something from the good old days
 My hair had been turned a clean white beige
 It's my solemn review, ooh-ooh-ooh
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 I hate myself a little more each day
 I hate my fingers for the way they play
 I hate, I can't think of the words I wanna say
 And I hate just as I think of them, you're already walking away
 Hey, hey
 Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
 I'll sing you something from the good old days
 My hair had been turned a clean white beige
 It's my solemn review
 I don't even know what I'm trying to say
 I wish that you could see her, I wish you coulda stayed
 Now you've been reborn, I'm still a mouse in a maze
 And I sing it out to you
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 Let a little time go by
 Let old dogs lie
 Try, try
 Try
 Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
 I'll sing you something from the good old days
 My hair had been turned a clean white beige
 It's my solemn review
 I don't even know what I'm trying to say
 I wish that you could see her, I wish you coulda stayed
 Now you've been reborn, I'm still a mouse in a maze
 And I sing it out to you