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Why can't we go back to the good ol' days
Where the grass was green and it snowed on Christmas?
Why can't we turn back time
To when everything was beautiful?
The pen falls from my trembling hands
Unable to write my final goodbye.
I'm sorry we couldn't go back
And I couldn't change time.
Why can't we turn things around?
How come things never work out the way we planned
And how come things can't be the way they were
Back then.
Ahh... Ah...
The tears that stain my cheeks and blur my eyes
Seem so happy in their final escape
While I am stuck here
Left to sing.
Why can't we do a 360 and makes things better?
Why aren't we able to smile like in the good ol' days
And hold each others hand without persecution?
Let's turn it back... Turn it back to beautiful.
The setting sun seems so melancholy
As is rolls over the horizon
Just like your favorite flower
Resting upon your chest.
Ahh... Ah...
Let's turn things around... Let's go back
To when things were beautiful.
Let's turn it back... Turn back the clock
To when everything was beautiful.
The pen falls from my shaky hands
Never to be picked up again
Like that fading flower
I left you last year...
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