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Why is it that as we grow older and stronger |
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The road signs point us adrift and make us afraid |
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Saying, 'You never can win' |
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'Watch your back', 'Where's your husband?' |
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I don't like the signs that the signmakers made |
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So I'm going to steal out with my paint and brushes |
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I'll change the directions, I'll hit every street |
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It's the Tinseltown scandal, the robin hood vandal |
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She goes out and steals the king's English |
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And in the morning you wake up and the signs point to you |
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They say, "I'm so glad that you finally made it here |
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You thought nobody cared but I did, I could tell |
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And this is your year and it always starts here |
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And oh, you're aging well" |
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Well I know a woman with a collection of sticks |
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She could fight back the hundreds of voices she heard |
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She could poke at the greed, she could fend off her need |
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And with anger she found she could pound every word |
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But one voice got through, caught her up by surprise |
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It said, "Don't hold us back we're the story you tell" |
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And no sooner than spoken, a spell had been broken |
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And the voices before her were trumpets and tympani |
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Violins, basses and woodwinds and cellos, singing |
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"We're so glad that you finally made it here |
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You thought nobody cared, but we did, we could tell |
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And now you'll dance through the days while the orchestra plays |
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And oh, you're aging well" |
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Now when I was fifteen, oh I knew it was over |
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The road to enchantment was not mine to take |
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'Cause lower calf, upper arm should be half what they are |
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I was breaking the laws that the signmakers made |
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And all I could eat was the poisonous apple |
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And that's not a story I was meant to survive |
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I was all out of choices but the woman of voices |
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She turned round the corner with music around her |
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She gave me the language that keeps me alive, she said |
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"I'm so glad that you finally made it here |
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With the things you know now, that only time could tell |
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Looking back, seeing far, landing right where we are |
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And oh, you're aging, oh and I am aging oh, aren't we aging well?" |
