Sky is black with rain,
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Weekend away,
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I¡¯m standing at your door.
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I call your name,
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And call, and call again,
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You left some time before.
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I¡¯ve been thrown, lately,
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And I don¡¯t know
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Why I feel so old, lately,
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Lately¡¯s all I know,
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Lately¡¯s all I know.
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And I drove for miles,
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My eyes on fire,
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Not knowing how to say.
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Caught in my hand,
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Details left on sand,
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I¡¯m finding you that way.
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I¡¯ve been thrown, lately
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And I don¡¯t know
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Why we feel so old, lately.
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Lately¡¯s all I know,
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Lately¡¯s all I know.
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The sky white, was snowing,
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Daytrip, then home,
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Borrowed suit, borrowed shoes.
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Life goes on, it¡¯s true,
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Lately, I miss you
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Lately¡¯s all I know,
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Lately¡¯s all I know.
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Lately's All I Know
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| Tom McRae |
