I was always young
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The pictures mean so much now
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Photos of those friends that we knew
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Who said they'd keep in touch
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But they never called us much
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I've held up pretty well
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While my looks have gone to hell
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But what's really strange
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Is how little you have changed
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I've grown old missing you
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Grown old stuck in the past
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The future must have stopped somewhere
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Or maybe it was never there
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But I've grown old at last
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You were always young
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You picture stayed so faithful
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I never saw those friends that we knew
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They called out of the blue
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They asked how they could reach you
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They said they're doing very well
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While our friendship went to hell
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But I couldn't bear to say
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That I've missed you every day
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I've grown old missing you
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Grown old stuck in the past
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The future must have stopped somewhere
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Or maybe it was never there
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But I've grown old at last
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You picture never speaks
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It never gets much clearer
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When magnified it never brings you nearer
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Through all those empty years
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Watermarked with tears
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It's held up very well
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While my life has gone to hell
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But what's really strange
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Is how little I have changed
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I've grown old missing you
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Grown old stuck in the past
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The future must have stopped somewhere
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Or maybe it was never there
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But I've grown old at last
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I Was Always Young
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| Don McLean |
