| As a child touching age we think that it’s so
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| That life, love and everything is easy to know
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| The old, they can’t reach us, their ways are not ours
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| Though they furrowed our futures, our freedom they bore
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| The older we get, the farther we see
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| The more we mean to each other
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| The more you mean to me
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| I believe in these people, I believe in this age
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| Though I hear about torment in lives lonely page
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| Yet still we walk strong, we’ll remember we’re free
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| For the truth we are given, for what we believe
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| The older we get, the farther we see
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| The more we mean to each other
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| The more you mean to me, oh
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| I have searched out the answers to the mysteries, the laws
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| Though still I find barriers, yet still I would fall
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| But I still struggle on the truth that I seek
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| But I must remain strong for the lonely, the weak, the weak, the old
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| The older we get, the farther we see
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| The more we mean to each other
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| The more you mean to me, older we get
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| The older we get, the farther we see
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| The more we mean to each other
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| The more you mean to me
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| The older we get, the farther we see
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| The more we mean to each other
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| The more you mean to me
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| The older we get, the farther we see
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| The more we mean to each other
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| The more you mean to me, yes |