| A dirty wind blows through the sky
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| And the Autumn leaves cut loose and fly
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| Leave me watching
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| And wishing I could follow
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| Though among the regrets that I can’t get by
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| There are just one or two
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| Unkind things I said to you
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| Daddy what was I supposed to do?
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| I don’t know why it was so hard to talk to you
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| I guess my anger pulled me through
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| No sooner had I hit the streets
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| When I met the fools that a young fool meets
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| All in search of truth and bound for glory
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| And listening to our own heart beats
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| We stood around the drum
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| Though it’s fainter now
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| The older I become
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| Living your life day after day
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| Soon all your plans and changes
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| Either fail or fade away
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| Leaving so much still left to say
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| But Daddy I want to let you know somehow
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| The things you said are so much clearer now
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| And I would turn the pages back
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| But time will not allow
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| The way these days just rip along
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| Too fast to last, too vast, too strong
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| Somewhere something went wrong
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| Or maybe we forgot the song
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| Make room for my forty-fives
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| Along beside your seventy-eights
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| Nothing survives
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| But the way we live our lives |