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And I've seen the photos of when you were young |
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And you used to smile and hold hands |
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But that just doesn't happen much these days |
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And the photos fade and the hair turns grey |
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And the cracks turn into cavities |
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And now you only sleep in separate beds |
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Go your own way |
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Times change so have you |
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With your head in your hands |
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I thought you'd understand |
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Times change so have you |
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And the photos fade and the hair turns grey |
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And the cracks turn into cavities |
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And now you always sleep in separate beds |
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And you can't escape what's come before |
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And you'll inherit all your parents' flaws |
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And I don't think I'm the anomaly |