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In the year of eighty-seven
I was playing with you
In the year of eighty-six
I began to understand things

Chorus
On the street, here I come
On the street I will run out
On the street I run to you

In the year of eighty-five
I played with you
In the year of eighty-four
Just thinking about playing

Chorus

In the year of eighty-three
Only made a mess
In the year of eighty-two
The year I was born...

Chorus

Instrumental

In the year of eighty-one
The year my parents married
In the eighty years
I do not know where I was