When we were younger time was under careful lock and key
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Now it's open, tipped and pourin' out all over me
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Oh! what a shame, that our days, you explained
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I thought you had meant they were long
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Not 'till the night when I turned 25, I saw that I had it all wrong
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I was gettin' tired of lettin' all my hours pass
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Hopin' someday soon or somewhere everything would last
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Oh, what a shame when I look at your frame
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I know someday it will be dust
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Not that the thought is that close
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'Cause it's not but I guess it's just creepin' up
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Oh and it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had
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Things that could be, became mystery, we'll never know instead
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Oh, we're not too far gone, it hasn't been that long
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Oh and our empty tea cup, is getting filled up
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So we'll never have to dread getting old
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Oh oh ohh, oh but it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had
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The things that could be, became mystery, we'll never know instead
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Oh, we're not too far gone, it hasn't been that long
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Oh and our tea cup, is getting filled up
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So we'll never have to dread getting old
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Getting old, getting old, getting old
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Getting Old
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Hellogoodbye |