Easy
Spent my mornings at the secondhand record stall
Tryin' to find a bargain or three
A double live with a gatefold sleeve
Was like a pocket of heaven to meBack then, it was so easy
Back then, the music meant everything
That Summer, we had such a good time
That Summer, I had not a care in the worldWe took the ninety down to London Town, Fridays
that was the best place to be
Getting late with a couple of mates
Drinking down the old MarqueeBack then, it was so easy
Back then, the music meant everything
That Summer, we had such a good time
That Summer, I had not a care in the worldBack then, it was so easy
Back then, the music meant everything
That Summer, we had such a good time
That Summer, I had not a care in the world
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