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• Artiste: Rick Astley
• Titre: The Good Old Days
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I believe what I was told I listened to the stereo Under the covers of my bed The stories of the old days The six wives of henry Origin into the centre of the earth The place of my birth Was the music that my brothers And my sister played to me And how I believed The stories that they told me 'Cause I'm a believer I believe in the stories From the songs, from the old days Believer I believe in the world that they told me existed On the vinyl and the tapes And from the CD players that came later So much later than the good old days Down the yellow brick road I drive a yellow taxi to a yellow submarine Just for fun A supertramp symphony A full beggars banquet Or a night at the opera For all it's worth The place of my birth Was the music that my brothers And my sister played to me And how I believed The stories that they told me 'Cause I'm a believer I believe in the stories From the songs, from the old days Believer I believe in the world that they told me existed On the vinyl and the tapes And from the CD players that came later So much later than the good old days Someone saved my life every single night When the words and the music played When the records took me away Yeah, someone saved my life every single night I just listened to the music (listened to the music) To the words in the music (words in the music) To the words in the music Listen to the words in the music Words in the music Listen to the words in the music Music, music, music, music, music The place of my birth Was the music that my brothers And my sister played to me And how I believed The stories that they told me 'Cause I'm a believer I believe in the stories From the songs, from the old days Believer I believe in the world that they told me existed On the vinyl and the tapes And from the CD players that came later So much later than the good old days I listened to the stereo Under the covers of my bed