| When I was a young boy,
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| she tried to let me know
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| But I never listened,
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| now I’m in a sad song
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| You know it’s true what they say
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| Speak your mind, before the moment’s gone away
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| As I think about the time, the memory’s getting old
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| What I’d never asked them, stories never told
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| Before the dead leave you behind
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| You better say: «What's on your mind?»
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| You better ask before they go,
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| 'cause you’ll regret what you don’t know
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| You know it’s true what they say
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| Speak your mind, before the moment’s gone away
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| My old friends that walk beside me
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| My nephew wasn’t there
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| If I’d known it was the last time
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| I’d never left as well
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| You know it’s true what they say
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| Speak your mind, before the moment’s gone away
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| As I think about the time, the memory’s getting old
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| What I’d never asked them, stories never told
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| Now I have to do what I’m saying,
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| to my dead friends above
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| I want my dead friends to know,
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| that I’d give them all my love
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| You know it’s true what they say
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| Speak your mind, before the moment’s gone away
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| As I think about the time, the memory’s getting old
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| What I’d never asked them, stories never told |