. . . I remembe . .
.
. Thas your problem
You gonna tell me what my problem
is I love when people tell me my problem.
Steal my line Im due airquotes or youve thieved anaint nobody likes a thief
Ya pis . .
. . Language Language
Really running
the gambit this afternoon when yaoughta be giddy about your reunion tonight an tomorrow night an tomorrow
High schools not tha memorable
You must have had a shitty
experience.
I did It was called school the curriculum did me no
favours
Couldnt convince them I learned different
Thasaid Most kids flourished
I got it
Sounds like some animosity.
No Forged me
Me an Popeye I yam
wha I yam
But your problem
Almost forgot.
You’d remind me.
I remember
Whawas tha
High school.
Thas your problem
Springsteen
handled it taught a lesson You didnt
listen
I didn’t listen to Springsteen.
Should have chicks loved him
Glory Days
Glory days/Well they’ll pass
you by, glory days/In the wink of a young girl’s eye, glory day/glory days
Theyre behind you
But I remember.
Your problem
No onenone of us are what we were
Tha physical prowessif
one was fortunate to possess passes Has passed
Your problem
But not yours.
No
You were an athlete.
Were
I was
Hang your hat on a peg a memory an itll kick you in the teeth
An rightfully so
1PM preferred, 2sday,
3 9. 24
1142, Reggaefriday, 6 9. 24
Springsteen Glory Days https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvUOgIgLqOQ
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