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It disturbs me to see that you're growing old. |
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It concerns me to be the one you want to hold. |
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Too busy running on fuel, thank God you made it through. |
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Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold. |
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Too busy running on fuel, thank God you made it through. |
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Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold. |
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And turn these days to gold. |
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Lost as father and son. |
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Bring us back together as one. |
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Seasons change and so did your son. |
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Strife with emotions that can't be one. |
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Too busy running on fuel, thank God you made it through. |
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Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold. |
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Want to hand you a piece, of my delicate heart. |
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This song is to uplift you and not to tear you apart. |
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Father's lost in the mountains. |
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But no mountain I can't see. |
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But if that mountain should crumble come crumble on top of me. |