If life is like a candle bright death must be the wind
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You can close your window tight and it still comes blowing in
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So I will climb the highest hill and watch the rising sun
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And I pray that I donĄ¯t feel the chill till IĄ¯m too old to die young
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CHORUS
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Let me watch my children grow to see what they become
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Oh Lord donĄ¯t let that cold wind blow till IĄ¯m too old to die young
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Now I have had some dear sweet friends I thought would never die
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Now the only thing thatĄ¯s left of them is the teardrops in my eyes
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If I could have one wish today and know it would be done
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Well I would say everyone could stay till theyĄ¯re too old to die young
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REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
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Till I'm Too Old to Die Young
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| Moe Bandy |
