| So many times I am thinking about the days I will be 65
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| The road is so long and it’s hard to survive
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| It’s not easy, but we all get by
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| Will I remember the words of this song
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| Will I still be able to write
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| And will I be happy and maybe wise
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| Whenever I’m 65
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| It’s only a dream with no answer at all
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| The one who’s to know’s father time
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| I’m sure, when I’m old I’ll remember the early days
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| And we all will remember
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| Late in September, on rainy days
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| Granddad and we were walking
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| He did the talking, we played the games
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| Those happy days together
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| I wished they were here again
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| And we all will remember
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| Late in September, on rainy days
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| Will I be loved 'till the end of my time
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| Or will I be lonely and blue
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| Will you be there, just to say goodnight
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| Whenever I’m 65
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| It’s only a dream with no answer at all
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| The one who’s to know’s father time
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| I’m sure, when I’m old I’ll remember the early days
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| And we all will remember
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| Late in September, on rainy days
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| Granddad and we were walking
|
| He did the talking, we played the games
|
| Those happy days together
|
| I wished they were here again
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| And we all will remember
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| Late in September, on rainy days
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| Those happy days together
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| I wished they were here again
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| And we all will remember
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| Late in September, those rainy days |