| I can feel the time closing in I can feel the years crawling through my skin
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| And if I doubt myself I can count on the rain
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| To cover the tears of this aging game
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| But I can count on you to play your part
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| I don’t miss a beat of your animal heart
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| And when you push from behind I know I can
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| Cover a mountain with the palm of my hand
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| And oh babe, you can make history young again
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| You could rewrite, you could decide
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| The things that should or shouldn’t have been
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| You could look at me in the scheme of things
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| Oh babe, you could make history young again
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| I can watch the weeks sweeping by I can recollect the hearts hanging out to dry
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| When the world shuts down I can touch my fears
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| I can hear lost youth ringing in my ears
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| But I lost nothing when I gained you
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| You just blew me away with yesterdays news
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| When you run your fingers down my spine
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| It’s like throwing a switch on the hands of time
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| Ancient minds, ancient lives
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| Got a way of coming around
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| If I knew then what I know now
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| I’d make it back to you somehow |