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Where do the good times
Lips that used to burn with love now are cold beneath my touch
Still I love you oh so much where do the good times go
Where do the good times go where does the river flow
Where do the north winds blow where do the good times go
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Arms that used to hold me tight eyes that shone with love so bright
Now have changed like day to night where do the good times go
Where do the good times go...
Where do the good times