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  1984

Song of Yesterday

Life for all that it’s worth will only end in heartache

And those who think they’ll survive will only learn the hard way

 

But now I lie across my bed and sing my songs of yesterday

Yesterday’s songs don’t mean a thing to me

 

Time goes slowly by when there is no one there to love you

But take a chance and look around and again someone will hold you

 

But now I lie across my bed and sing my songs of yesterday

Yesterday’s songs don’t mean a thing to me

To put it simple. This was written after the death of a friend. He committed suicide after his girlfriend broke up with him. He was only 17 years old.

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