| I was walking down 57th Street towards Park
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| With the same old song in my same old heart
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| Making plans I’m gonna do when I get older
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| Passed a gray-haired man and I found his eyes
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| It’s like he knew my thoughts and he read my mind
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| Saying life is gonna find you when it’s supposed to
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| Felt my feet stop short and I turned my head
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| Tried to lean into every word he said, then he said
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| When you are younger, you’ll wish you’re older
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| Then when you’re older, you’ll wish for time to turn around
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| Don’t let your wonder turn into closure
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| When you get older, when you get older
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Have I killed my thoughts right before their prime?
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| Have I bit my tongue one too many times
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| Have I said it all the way I really meant to?
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| If I wait 'til my tomorrow comes
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| Is the waiting all I’ve ever done?
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| And will I get to, get to know myself in the place I am
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| Get to fall in love with another man and understand
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| When you are younger, you’ll wish you’re older
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| Then when you’re older, you’ll wish for time to turn around
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| Don’t let your wonder turn into closure
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| When you get older, when you get older
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| When you are younger, you’ll wish you’re older
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| When you get older, you’ll wish for time to turn around
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| Don’t let your wonder turn into closure
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| When you get older, when you get older
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh |