There was a time, I was so lonely. (away) Remember the time, It was a Friday. (away) You made me feel fine, We did it my way. (away) I sat on your knees, every Friday. (away) (We walked in fields of golden hay) I still recall you. (We walked in fields of golden hay) I see you in the summer. Joe, Joe I sat on your chair by the fire. (away) Transfixed in a stare taking me higher. (away) Precious years to remember. (away) Childhood fears I surrender. (away) (We walked in fields of golden hay) I still recall you. (We walked in fields of golden hay) I see you in the summer. Joe, Joe
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