Old 67

Hey how about this
 A little conversation tonight
 Thinking aloud how we struggled to find
 Our place in the dizzy heights
 Don't often do this
 We never really get the chance
 Nearly froze to death on Oxford Street
 Now we're sitting in the South of France
 Talking through the evening
 It's good to shoot the breeze
 Just you and me on a balcony
 And cicadas singing in the trees
 Old '67 what a time it was
 What a time of innocence, what a time we've lost
 Raise a glass and have a laugh, have a laugh or two
 Here's to old '67 and an older me and you
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 Sentimental twilight
 Conversing on those virgin days
 Laughing about how the two of us sound
 Like a Tennessee Williams play
 Honest, it's amazing
 That we can get together at all
 For in between the saddle and the grand piano
 We can read the writing on the wall
 Talking through the evening
 Sitting here side by side
 Just you and me on a balcony
 It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
 Old '67 what a time it was
 What a time of innocence, what a time we've lost
 Raise a glass and have a laugh, have a laugh or two
 Here's to old '67 and an older me and you
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 Old '67 what a time it was
 What a time of innocence, what a time we've lost
 Raise a glass and have a laugh, have a laugh or two
 Here's to old '67 and an older me and you
 Here's to old '67 and an older me and you