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Glory Days
Tell them that you knew me when
I ran barefoot through the streets
Chasing or being chased
Didn't really matter
Either way we ended up laughing
Laying upon the newly mown grass
With our faces to the sun
And our imaginations toward
The countless tomorrows
Which would match or better that day
So when they ask if I was ever happy
Tell them you knew me when
Better yet, tell me.
