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We used to know

Whenever I get to feel this way

Try to find new words to say

I think about the bad old days

We used to know

Nights of winter turn me cold

Fears of dying, getting old

We ran the race, the race was won

By running slowly

Could be soon we'll cease to sound

Slowly upstairs, faster down

Then to revisit stony grounds

We used to know

Remembering mornings, shillings spent

Made no sense to leave the bed

The bad old days they came and went

Giving way to fruitful years

Saving up the birds in hand

While in the bush the others land

Take what we can before the man

Says it's time to go

Each to his own way I'll go mine

Best of luck with what you find

But for your own sake remember times

We used to know