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Now, I got a mortgage and an SUV, But all this responsibility, Makes me wish sometimes:
It was nineteen-eighty-something, In the world that I grew up in. Skatin' rinks and black trans ams. Big hair and parachute pants. An' lookin' back, now I can see me. Oh man, did I look cheesy. I wouldn't trade those days for nothin': Oh, it was nineteen-eighty-something.
By: Mark Wills
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