If life is like a candle bright
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Then death must be the wind
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You can close your window tight
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And it still comes blowing in
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So I will climb the highest hill
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And watch the rising sun
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And pray that I won't feel the chill
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'Til I'm too old to die young
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Let me watch my children grow
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To see what they become
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Lord don't let that cold wind blow
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'Til I'm too old to die young
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I have had some real good friends
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I thought would never die
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But all I've got that's left of them
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Are these teardrops in my eye
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Let me watch my children grow
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To see what they become
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Lord don't let that cold wind blow
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'Til I'm too old to die young
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Lord don't let that cold wind blow
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'Til I'm too old to die young
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Too Old To Die Young
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| Linda Ronstadt |
