Good Times Bad Times by Phish
In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man
Now I've reached that age, I try to do all those things the best I can
But no matter how I try
I find my way into the same old jam
A good times, bad times
You know, I had my share
When my woman left home with a brown eyed man
But I still don't seem to care
Sixteen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be
Only took a couple of days 'til she was rid of me
She swore that she would be all mine and love me till the end
When I whispered in her ear, I lost another friend
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