| How can I pretend
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| That from the start until the end
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| I’ll get to keep the things I love
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| No matter how I plan
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| My world keeps shifting like the sand
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| When I try to hold on it all just slips away
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| And I pile my expectations
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| But winds of change come in and blow 'em down
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| As I grow old one thing stays the same
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| Always waiting there to meet me is change
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| And how the kids have grown
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| You can’t turn back the clock, I know
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| I wish that time could just stand still
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| I find a chapter in my life
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| Good friends, a home I really like
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| I can’t stop the pages as they begin to turn
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| And I find my inspiration
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| Like a candle the flame gets blown away
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| And as I grow old one thing stays the same
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| Always waking up to greet me is change
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| I wish I had more time
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| I wish that I could be a smile
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| Out on this road alone
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| I wish that I could stay home a while
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| And as I grow old one thing stays the same
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| Always waiting there to meet me is change
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| Always waking up to greet me
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| Trying so damn hard to beat me
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| Always waiting there to greet me is change |