| Big brother had a treehouse club when he was only ten
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| I didn’t know the secret code, so they wouldn’t let me in
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| They told me I was much too young for the kind of games they played
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| I remember, I would sit and cry, wishin' I was twice my age
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| My grandpa was the only one with a sympathetic ear
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| Patiently, he’d comfort me when I was close to tears
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| And I’d say gramps, why does it take so long for time to pass
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| And he’d say, sport, life’s too short no matter how long it lasts
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| Too soon you’ll see how suddenly tomorrow becomes th past
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| Life’s too short no matter how long it lasts
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| At twenty-on, they called me home, cause Grandpa’s time was near
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| We gathered 'round his bedside, fighting back the tears
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| I said, Grandpa, we can’t let you go, even though you’re ninety-three
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| He said, I’d love to stay, but it ain’t up to me
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| And then, we heard him whisper in a voice that was fading fast
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| Life’s too short no matter how long it lasts
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| Today my little grandson came and climbed up on my knee
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| He said, why can’t I be all grown up, instead of only three
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| And then, those old familiar words came tumbling from the past
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| And, I said, sport, life’s too short no matter how long it lasts
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| Too soon you’ll see how suddenly tomorrow becomes the past
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| Life’s too short no matter how long it lasts
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| Life’s much too short, no matter how long it lasts… |