Original lyrics

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It really shouldn't be this way I should look over my shoulder and smile on yesterday And why as i grow older must time surge ahead? Days don't need to mind me, I'll just linger back instead This is not my time I see some greaser kids out looking for me I wish i could rewind And find those dusty days waiting there for me Records and round cars Fruity bell boys and cops smoking cigars And it's easy to be sleazy holding a cherry red electric guitar Some different days would be nice Cocktail drinks and ice I could look over my shoulder... This is not my time I see some greaser kids out looking for me I wish i could rewind And find those dusty days waiting there for me Days of decadence are ringing through me Vintage moments linger on restlessly Rays of recklessness are ringing through me Days of decadence, days of decadence