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Texty: Dexys Midnight Runners. Too-Rye-Ay. Old.

And then the same things come from us
And then the same things come from us

Old have memories to keep the cold away
What is that you say? No sense to dwell
Old, are you ridiculed and fumed away
No attention paid? I thought as much

Yes and the dumb patriots have their say
Only see their way, nothing to sell

And then from us, so obvious, preposterous
When you think of the time that each has spent
Words heaven sent and truly meant to show

Old, may I sit down here and learn today?
I'll hear all you say, won't go away

And then from us, so obvious, preposterous
When you think of the time that each has spent
Words heaven sent and truly meant to show