Another birthday, another candle,
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Sometimes it¡¯s hard to handle
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The sight of twenty-five
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Is it me or do the years just fly
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And all my friends say
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You don¡¯t look it
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They smile and tell me I shouldn¡¯t let it get to me
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Ah, but it gets to me that it gets to me
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And I know that the cold hard truth these days
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Is that everybody lies about their age
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Just four or five years, there¡¯s nothing to it
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But I¡¯m the one who lived through it.
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So which five years would I lose
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Which lessons would I choose to have to learn again
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I wonder
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Just to seem a little younger
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Which memories, which loves
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Which friends would I give up
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And not want back for
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All the laughter, all the tears
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Tell me which five years
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Now there¡¯s been times when, there were some things
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If I had a time machine, I¡¯d of done ¡®em differently
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Oh but now I see that I just can¡¯t see
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What to blame and what to credit
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There¡¯s just no way you can edit the shadow from the shine
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You see it¡¯s all so perfectly intertwined
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And I¡¯ve come to the point where I¡¯ve faced the fact
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That it all adds up and I won¡¯t subtract
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Not a single minute, not a single hour
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If I had the power
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Which five years would I lose
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Which lessons would I choose to have to learn again
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I wonder
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Just to seem a little younger
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Which memories, which loves
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Which friends would I give up
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And not trade back for
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All the laughter, all the tears
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Now tell me which five years
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Which memories, which loves
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Which friends would I give up
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And not trade back for
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All the laughter, all the tears
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Now tell me which five years?
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Which Five Years
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| Pam Tillis |
