| When I am old
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| I’ll think of all the hearts I broke
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| To be here with you
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| When I am grey
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| And somewhat vague and too confused
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| I know I’ll still remember you the very most
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| And all the days will wrap around our fingers
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| They’ll hang around our hearts like bits of stars
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| And all the tears we’ve counted
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| All the memories we thought would linger
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| Disappear
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| They disappear
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| When I lay down
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| And close my eyes to see if Jesus died for me
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| And that there is a God
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| I’ll wait for you
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| Beyond the lights where darkness fights
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| To keep the sun from coming up
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| And all the days will wrap around our fingers
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| They’ll hang around our hearts like bits of stars
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| And all the tears we’ve counted
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| All the memories we thought would linger
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| Disappear
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| They disappear
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| Can’t you see
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| That all of me
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| Is inside of you
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| Though I’m gone
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| I’m like a song
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| That sings and sighs and coos
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| When I am old
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| I’ll sift through all the words I spoke
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| And picture all our happy times
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| I’ll kiss your face
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| And think about the life we made
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| With all our might
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| With all that love
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| And all the days will wrap around our fingers
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| They’ll hang around our hearts like bits of stars
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| And all the tears we’ve counted
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| All the memories we thought would linger
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| Disappear
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| Oh they disappear |