The Good Old Days

             Bm
The good old days
    G
You find your feet but you're acting strange
       D
You're cynical but you're bound to change
A
Some day

                Bm
There's time to waste
          G
There's a golden beam
Lights up their face
        D                           A
But you never stopped to appreciate it

   Em
So tell me now how it's possible
F#m    G
That a single day seems so beautiful
    D                            A
You never know them till they're gone

             Bm  G D A
The good old days
                  Bm  G
It's the good old days

             Bm
The good old days
    G
You forget the jokes
But the laughs remain
          D                               A
You never slept but you dreamt you life away

            Bm
I said your name
        G
Just to feel it on my lips again
   D                            A
To see if it still felt the same

   Em
So tell me now how it's possible
F#m       G
That a single day seems so beautiful
    D                            A
You never know them till they're gone

             Bm  G D A
The good old days
                  Bm  G D A
It's the good old days
                  Bm  G D A
It's the good old days
                  Bm  G D A
It's the good old days

F#m          G
I don't remember
                    A
The times that we fought
Or how you tore my world apart

                  Bm  G D A
It's the good old days
                  Bm  G D A
It's the good old days
                  Bm  G D A
It's the good old days
                  Bm  G D A
It's the good old days

                  Bm  G D A
It's the good old days
                  Bm  G D A
It's the good old days

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