Lyrics

I have a time machine that lets me go back through the years, to when we were young Back through the melodies, hands pointing upward at night Nothing is ever exactly as I had remembered it so long ago Is it illusion, or were these the thoughts that I thought? I kept a barbershop quartet alive when the ship they were on sank at sea But when I went back they were gone and the ship was afloat
Writer(s): George Cordell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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