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
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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
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
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