The Good Ol’Days
On the swings we laughed
Through the halls we ran
It went by much too fast
Growing up was never the plan
So I’ll always be the dreamer
But we live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger
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On the swings we laughed
Through the halls we ran
It went by much too fast
Growing up was never the plan
So I’ll always be the dreamer
But we live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger