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PANIC AT THE DISCO lyrics : "Golden Days"

I found a pile of Polaroids
In the crates of a record shop
They were sexy, sexy looking back

From a night that time forgot
Mhmm


Boy he was something debonair in 1979
And she had Farrah Fawcett hair
Carafes of blood red wine

Mhmm

In the summertime, in the summertime


Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade?
And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey

Forever young or growing older just the same
All the memories that we make will never change
We'll stay drunk, we'll stay dead, let the love remain

And I swear that I'll always paint you

Golden days, golden days

Golden days, golden days

I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger's new yacht

With their caviar and dead cigars
The air was sauna hot
Mhmm

I bet they never even thought about
The glitter dancing on the skin
The decades might've washed it out

As the flashes popped like pins
Mhmm


In the summertime, in the summertime

Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade?

And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey
Forever young or growing older just the same
All the memories that we make will never change

We'll stay drunk, we'll stay dead, let the love remain
And I swear that I'll always paint you


Golden days, golden days
Golden days, golden days


Time can never break your heart
But it'll take the pain away
Right now our future's certain

I won't let it fade away

Golden days, golden days

Golden days, golden days

Golden days, golden days

Golden days, golden days

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