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 me

Back 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

We 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 Marquee

Back 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

Back 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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