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Remember back to you and me And the way things were suppose to be Remember how we'd run and play And now those things just fadde away But I tried, I tried I can't see why we'd have to say goodbye Thinkin' 'bout the old grey shed And the pile of straw we called a bed How we would waste our summer days And now those memories are just a haze What does it matter to ya If I can see right through ya What does it matter to ya Can't ya see the lies were true But when I see you now and then With your arms around another man It takes me back to you and me And the way things were suppose to be From Letras Mania