Where did the days go,
the ones we believed in?
We wouldn't have had anything to lose.
We're opening up old boxes,
taking our stories out,
A big, dusty pile of old paper.
We're listening to music from the past,
taking a look at faded photographs,
remembering what we once had.
And over and over
it's the same old songs,
that make you feel
as if time were standing still.
I go to my street,
walk to our favorite cafe, 1
I see you all sitting there
knowing that I'm right
in whatever ups and whatever downs
we were in together.
Thank God that all of us are still here. 2
And over and over
it's the same old songs,
that make you feel
as if time were standing still.
‘Cause it's never over,
this same old fever,
which always comes up
whenever we're together.
We raise our drinks
with every glass
to everyone, who's already passed on.
And over and over
it's the same old songs,
that make you feel
as if time were standing still.
‘Cause it's never over,
this same old fever,
which always comes up
whenever we're together.
‘Cause it's never over,
this same old fever,
which always comes up
whenever we're together.

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