| A gang of kids on their peddle bikes
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| In a dusty town, way to ride
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| To the general store for popeye cigarettes
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| Class of '99
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| Yeah we lived, laughed, loved and cried
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| Took for granted that those days would never end
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| Living like that yearbook picture wouldn’t fade
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| And some standing right beside me, I might never see again
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| The trouble is
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| You think you have time
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| You think tomorrows always coming down the line
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| And then one day
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| You wake up and you find
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| The trouble is you thought you had time
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| Student hire and a fancy job
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| Big old house, two car garage
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| He works hard for his wife and his son
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| An empty seat at t-ball games
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| Just a sacrifice he’ll make
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| Make it up, next weekend comes along
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| Years go by and that day comes too soon
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| That boy goes off to college, he stands in his empty room
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| The trouble is
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| You think you have time
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| You think tomorrows always coming down the line
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| And then one day
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| You wake up and you find
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| The trouble is you thought you had time
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| Shotgun shells and a tackle box
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| On the floorboard of a truck
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| Morning sun burning fog off a lake
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| Teenage girl and her grandad
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| He takes her fishing but he feels bad
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| She can’t take her eyes off that Facebook page
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| But someday soon, who knows how long
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| She’ll look up from that phone and he’ll be gone
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| The trouble is
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| You think you have time
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| You think tomorrows always coming down the line
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| And then one day
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| You wake up and you find
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| The trouble is you thought you had time
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| The trouble is you thought you had time |