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Confetti floats away |
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Like dead leaves in the wagon's wake |
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There were parties here in my honor |
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'Til you sent me away |
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And now silver moons belong to you |
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I'm passing the baton |
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From the old mare to the fawn |
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It was out of line but it was fun |
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Didn't you love the part right before the dawn? |
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And now silver moons belong to you |
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I'm off to the ballet |
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And to practice all these ancient ways |
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Tell the new kids where I hid the wine |
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Tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say |
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Hey, hey |
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Maybe these days are over, over now |
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Maybe these days are over, over now |
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And I loved it better than anyone else, you know |
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And I believe in growing old with grace |
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I believe she only loved my face |
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I believe I acted like a child |
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Making faces at acquired tastes |
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And now silver moons belong to you |
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And silver moons belong to you |
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I'm off to the ballet |
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And to practice all these ancient ways |
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Tell the new kids where I hid the wine |
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Tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say |
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Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey |
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Maybe these days are over, over now, |
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I think maybe these days are over, over now |
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I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face |
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And I think maybe these days are over, over now |
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Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you |
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Looks like the prophecy came true |
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You are a fallen tree |
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He is a fallen tree |
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"How old are you?" |
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"No, how old are you?" |
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Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear |
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There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square |
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Over are the days that the congas made your hair |
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Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer |
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Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear |
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There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square |
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Over are the days that the congas made your hair |
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Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer |
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Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear |
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There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square |
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Over are the days that the congas made your hair |
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Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer |
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Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear |
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Sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there |
