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.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.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.
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Seasons
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| Life Of Agony |
