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Listen to my heart as it beats for you |
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And it's telling you the things that I never could. |
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And it's laying it down on the line for you. |
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And the years are catching up, I can see it on your face. |
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And the days of being young and free |
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Are left there with the memories that blow in the wind. |
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And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues, |
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They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too. |
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And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak |
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And I can not speak the truth. |
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The days of being young, the days of being free. |
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They're etched upon my face in every light that you see. |
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The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well. |
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What I wouldn't give to live it all again. |
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The years are passing, every single day. |
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Where did they go? Did you take them all away? |
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Now I'm older and brave. |
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And the children, they all left. |
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They fled their family nest. |
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And now we're all alone |
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And the house don't feel like home anymore, anymore. |
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Then I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues, |
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They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too. |
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And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak |
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And I can not speak the truth. |
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The days of being young, the days of being free. |
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They're etched upon my face in every light that you see. |
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The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well. |
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What I wouldn't give to live it all again. |
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And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again, |
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The fear, the surprise, everything. |
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In my baby's eyes I lived it all again |
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And I wouldn't change anything. |
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And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again |
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And I wouldn't change anything. |
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