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Underneath the sycamore tree I can only dream how it used to be Yeah maybe I was born after my time Yeah a little too late for a heart like mine So much to hold onto But I've always tried to run Time doesn't stop, it just keeps moving on You only miss it when it's gone Golden days, ain't what they used to be Golden days, ain't what they used to be I think it's time I pick up and leave Head somewhere a little more than free So I hope this letter will find you in time Somewhere where the cactus meets the pine So much to hold onto But I've always tried to run Time doesn't stop, it just keeps moving on You only miss it when it's gone Golden days, ain't what they used to be Golden days, ain't what they used to be Golden days, ain't what they used to be Golden days, ain't what they used to be Aus Songtexte Mania