| Kicking dust up, I’m wearing out my shoes
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| I can’t make my mind up; |
| I’ve got too much to lose
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| I’m old enough to leave home
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| But way too young to know what I should do
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| I’m treading water
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| I’m trying to keep my head above the ground
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| So would you come with me up to the oak tree?
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| Time will stop for us again
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| Look back, remember when
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| Yeah, we were just eighteen, under the oak tree
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| Safer than we’d ever been
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| Hold on to innocence
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| Where has the time gone? |
| I’m feeling old and gray
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| Trying to breathe revival into my broken ways
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| I’m old enough to leave home
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| But way too young to carry all the blame
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| I’m treading water
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| I’m trying to keep my head above the ground
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| So would you come with me up to the oak tree?
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| Time will stop for us again
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| Look back, remember when
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| Yeah, we were just eighteen, under the oak tree
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| Safer than we’d ever been
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| Hold on to innocence
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| We were young, oh, we were young
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| And we had time
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| How I hate the feeling that time
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| It keeps slipping away
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| The child in me is kicking; |
| don’t let a moment pass
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| 'Cause I can’t bear to witness my parents age so fast
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| They’re way too young to fly home
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| And I can’t stand to watch the hourglass
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| I’m treading water
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| I’m trying to keep my head above the ground
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| I’m treading water
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| I’m trying to keep time from running out
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| So would you come with me up to the oak tree?
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| Time will stop for us again
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| Look back, remember when
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| Yeah, we were just eighteen, under the oak tree
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| Safer than we’d ever been
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| Hold on to innocence
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| We were young, oh, we were young
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| And we had time
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| To be young, oh, to be young
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| And to have time |