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Those Where the Good Ole Days

loves interlude The story of love it's why I ask myself we are best together seems i don't want no one else people see things differently it's different in every eye we say hello just to say goodbye why oh why tell me why oh why must my heart be broken all the time!..... Those where the days those good ole days when women loved there men with honor and respect those were the good ole days Those were the days those good ole days men adored and they chored all to help the lady those were the good ole days say it aint so say it aint true no collaboration between me and you can we go back start over again maybe this time we will end up as friends i like it when we were together talk over anything through any kinda weather holding hands from dawn til dust spend a little begg a little but in god we'd trust take credit for marring the two of us those were the good ole days! Influences of love; getting back into romance is harder to do! trumpets, french horns bassey guiars. violens chelloes flutes and woodwinds. sythesizers and right singers creating the right sounds!

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