| Listen to my heart as it beats for you and it’s telling you the things that
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| I never could. |
| And it’s laying it down on the line for you.
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| And the years are catching up, I can see it on your face. |
| And the days of
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| Being young and free are left there with the memories that blow in the
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| Wind.
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| And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues, they last all
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| Through the week, I feel it on Sunday too.
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| And I can feeling it coming when my knees feel weak and I can not speak the
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| Truth.
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| The days of being, the days of being free. |
| They’re etched upon my face in
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| Every light that you see. |
| The stories I could tell, the lies are told as
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| Well.
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| What I wouldn’t give to live it all again.
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| The years are passing, every single day. |
| Where did they go? |
| Did you take
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| Them all away? |
| Now I’m older and brave.
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| And the children, they all left. |
| They fled their family nest. |
| And now we’re
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| All alone and the house don’t feel like home anymore, anymore.
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| Then I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues, they last all
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| Through the week, I feel it on Sunday too.
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| And I can feeling it coming when my knees feel weak and I can not speak the
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| Truth.
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| The days of being, the days of being free. |
| They’re etched upon my face in
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| Every light that you see. |
| The stories I could tell, the lies are told as
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| Well.
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| What I wouldn’t give to live it all again.
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| And in my baby’s eyes I lived it all again, the fear, the surprise,
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| Everything.
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| In my baby’s eyes I lived it all again and I wouldn’t change anything.
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| And in my baby’s eyes I lived it all again and I wouldn’t change anything. |