Old-fashioned
Like an old-fashioned love song playing in the dark
Like lovers strolling hand in hand Sunday in the park
Kissing the boy next-door leaning over a white picket fence
True love expressed with truer innocence
Like an old-fashioned love song are my dreams of you
Foolish fancy dreams that can not come true
For in the morning I lay between my sheets alone
With a lonely empty love that remains unknown
Like an old-fashioned love song to be heard my only want
My melody echoing in someones soul a haunt
Just to be remembered in some old-fashioned way
Just to have someone wishing me to stay
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