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In the backseat of his car Head out the window, eyes towards the stars Big pink moon through the cypress trees Tells me he loves me and I wanna believe him He's in a Queen t-shirt and baggy jeans When he speaks he says what he means Holds my hand, kisses my cheek Sharing a bottle of something sweet These are the good old days Don't let time slip away These are the good old days Don't let time slip away People like me think feelings are facts Falling in love gives us a heart attack One foot in the future, one in the past Wanna know for sure if it's gonna last These are the good old days Don't let time slip away These are the good old days Don't let time slip away These are the good old days These are the good old days Aus Songtexte Mania