| Wake up one day, you’re left alone
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| From now on you’re on your own
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| The sands of time are running low
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| You’ll have nothing left to show
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| The months slip by and change to years
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| Soon the twilight gloom appears
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| And then one day before you know
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| You’ll have nothing left to show
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| Where is this dream of your youth
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| The pictures on the walls are shaking
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| They can hear the storm a-breaking
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| Storms may come and storms go
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| You’ll have nothing left to show
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| They can hear the earth a-quaking
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| Buildings come and buildings go
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| You’ll have nothing left to show
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| Tomorrow brings another dawn
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| It might be better from now on
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| Before too long that day will go
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| You’ll have nothing left to show
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| You’ll have nothing left to show
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| You’ll have nothing left to show
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| You’ll have nothing left to show
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| Where is this dream of your youth? |