| You were forty-one
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| And we lived in a house at the end of the street
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| Long days in the sun
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| Singin' Elton John in the backseat
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| I knew who I was
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| 'Cause you were mine and I was yours
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| When I was small
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| When you were fifty-two
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| I’d give you hell, but I didn’t mean it
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| Deep down I knew
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| Whatever I did, you would forgive it
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| I knew that you’d love me
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| I never doubted that at all
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| When I was small
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| But when did you get old?
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| So far down that road
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| When was it that you needed me,
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| To be grown?
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| When did you start to be,
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| Not too good on your feet
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| 'Cause I’m not ready yet
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| To be alone
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| When did you get old?
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| Then you were sixty-four
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| I was livin' in a house at the end of the street
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| Two kids of my own
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| When they needed answers, they asked me
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| I’m still too afraid
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| To see myself that way, I fall
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| I still feel small
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| But when did you get old?
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| So far down that road
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| When was it that you needed me,
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| To be grown?
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| When did you start to be,
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| Not too good on your feet
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| 'Cause I’m not ready yet
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| To be alone
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| When did you get old?
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| When did you get,
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| Scared to walk home when it’s late?
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| Got so tired, in bed by eight
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| Need a light on when you read
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| Never tell me what you need
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| Got so shaky on your bones
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| Never go too far from home
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| Say, «Don't worry, I’m okay»
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| You wouldn’t tell me anyway
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| Now you’re seventy-five
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| I don’t get to see you as much as I should
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| And every single goodbye
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| Is a little bit hard
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| 'Cause I’ve understood
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| That time, it gets wasted
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| We can’t go back once it has faded
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| And life takes hold
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| But when did you get old? |