The Old Songs Lyrics

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Candles burning
Glasses are chilled and soon
She'll be by
Hope and pray
She'll say that she's willing to give us
Another try
And if all those plans I've made
Don't melt the lady's heart
I'll put on the old 45's

[Chorus:]
And maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines
Will sound new

Maybe she'll lay her
Head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings
Will come through
Maybe we'll start to cry
And wonder why
We ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
And make her want to stay

It's been too long since I've
Seen her face light up
When I come home
It's been too many
Hours I've wasted staring
At the phone
Sweet old songs I'm counting on you
To brink her back to me
I'm tired of listening alone

[Chorus]

And make her want to stay
Want to stay
Maybe we'll start to cry
And wonder why
We ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
And make her want to stay

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Candles burning  
Glasses are chilled and soon  
She'll be by  
Hope and pray  
She'll say that she's willing to give us  
Another try  
And if all those plans I've made  
Don't melt the lady's heart  
I'll put on the old 45's  
  
[Chorus:]  
And maybe the old songs  
Will bring back the old times  
Maybe the old lines  
Will sound new  
  
Maybe she'll lay her  
Head on my shoulder  
Maybe old feelings  
Will come through  
Maybe we'll start to cry  
And wonder why  
We ever walked away  
Maybe the old songs  
Will bring back the old times  
And make her want to stay  
  
It's been too long since I've  
Seen her face light up  
When I come home  
It's been too many  
Hours I've wasted staring  
At the phone  
Sweet old songs I'm counting on you  
To brink her back to me  
I'm tired of listening alone  
  
[Chorus]  
  
And make her want to stay  
Want to stay  
Maybe we'll start to cry  
And wonder why  
We ever walked away  
Maybe the old songs  
Will bring back the old times  
And make her want to stay

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