| Looking for something the Lord would make
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| Meters of sleep--buried under the neck
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| Bereave animal dreams, instinct — to keep you
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| Instance — to bleed you
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| Instinct
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| Saturday folds, by the time I put my wishing words away
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| The sound of an old door laughing
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| Creaks to signal
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| Your wishing words were saved
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| The heart grows old
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| The heart grows old with you
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| No one in this world could hope to take your place
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| The heart grows old
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| The heart grows old and rues
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| The end of our days
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| The heart grows old with you
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| And it breaks my mind in two
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| Because I know--and you know
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| That it was never meant to be
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| Baby I was just too young
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| To appreciate all of your seams
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| Now I’m cutting myself
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| Watching you cutting yourself
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| Bleeding myself
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| The heart grows old
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| The heard grows old and rues
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| The end of our days, the heart grows old with you
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| The heart grows old
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| The heart grows old and croons
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| Into the blue--the heart grows old with you
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| Save me, save me from loving you always
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| Save me, save me from loving you always
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| Save me, save me from loving you always
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| Save me, save me from loving you always |