Lyrics:

Say it do you really want to be the way we used to go?
Or do you really, really, really want to be the one who told you so?

If this could have been like the other times
Or another way too
We creep in place
But I'm trying not to bend my arms, stop
Go

Talkin' with your tired eyes again
Movin' with your peace keepin' lips
We were two young presidents

On a 7-47 flight
Discussions with the Russians last all night
We were two young presidents

Say it
We could play Cinnamon Girl
We could play it slow
But all I really, really, really, really, really, really want is to let her go

Tell me where you've been, boy
Now tell me where you've been

If this could have been like the other times
Or another way too
We creep in place
But I'm trying not to bend my arms, stop
Go

I was talking with my tired eyes again
Followin' your peace keepin' lips
We were two young presidents

On a 7-47 flight
Discussions with the Russians last all night
We were two young presidents, stop
Go

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Hey!
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