| One silver hair to give you wisdom
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| Two silver hairs reflect your sadness
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| I can’t imagine you’ve been eating
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| But I can see that you’ve been sleeping
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| With a heart on your sleeve
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| And the devil’s voice in your head
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| Stop all that sitting by the window
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| Don’t you forget about the daylight
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| It’s about time you left your bedroom
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| You picked a side 'cause you were split in two
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| And now you can leave out
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| The devil’s voice from your head
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| You are young, tread lightly
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| Your footsteps are too heavy
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| In the daylight use your slippers
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| In the nighttime use your wings
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| Catch a glimpse of the ocean
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| When the bathtub overflows
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| Stroke the fingers of the minute
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| When the minute hand is slow
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| And quit carrying that burden
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| And quit trying to know the story
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| Give the angel’s voice a turn
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| Give the angel’s voice a turn |