| Ain’t it strange when you start talking
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| About the days when you were young
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| And you still feel — feel yourself
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| Not older than something?
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| Time is running faster every day
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| And the bones begin to groan
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| I’m still young, I’m still young every day
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| But age is just a matter of whatever
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| Once life was the future
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| Now it is more a reflection
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| I am on the same road again
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| But changing the direction
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| Ain’t it strange when mom and dad
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| Become grandparents over night
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| And you still feel — feel yourself
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| A child on your very own
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| Time is running faster every day
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| And the bones begin to groan
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| I’m still young, I’m still young every day
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| But age is just a matter of whatever
|
| Once life was the future
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| Now it is more a reflection
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| I am on the same road again
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| But changing the direction |