(Paul Cotton)
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Well I've thought about the things I need
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And I'm willing just to let them be
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There is nothing that I'd want anyway
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That could take the place of you
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And all the things you do and say
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We've come so very far in such a little time
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And looking back there is only you that I find
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Who was willing to give and maybe lose
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You've got me tying up my walking shoes
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These walking shoes
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Twenty years on the run
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I've only known a setting sun
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Burning out on a lonely road
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I've come to feel a lighter load
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And now it's time we can turn the page
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I believe you and I have come of age
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All along it was there to see
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What was really meant to be
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It's a game the only one in town
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It's a game all the changes going round
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It's taken twenty years to get it on the way
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And all I had to do was play
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TWENTY YEARS
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Poco |