| I never saw this day in my brain when I was carving out the rest of my life
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| Two little girls and one little boy making angels under Snow White sky’s
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| But I’m grateful for the changes
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| In the plans that I once made
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| Cuz they had me running like a rabbit on a wheel too busy chasing empty dreams
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| Now I’m busy making memories
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| I’m busy making memories
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| Ooh…
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| I got a call from my dad the other day and we got to talking on about «where'd the time go»
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| Reminiscing in the years gone by I felt a sadness coming through that phone
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| I said don’t act like life is over
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| You’ve got a long one left to live
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| So caught up in the coulda woulda shoulda years
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| Too busy in your history
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| When you could be busy making memories
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| Busy making memories
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| You could be busy making memories
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| Ooh…
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| Through the eyes of this camera
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| I’ll take it all
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| Every single moment will carry on
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| In a doorframe of this lived in home there is a pen hanging from a string
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| It writes the tale of a husband and a wife steady growing up their family
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| You know one of them’s a thinker
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| One’s getting taller everyday
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| The other only cares about the dating scene but I tell you that’s ok with me
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| Cuz she’s busy making memories
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| Busy making memories
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| For this ever growing family
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| Oh, spinning like angels right in front of me
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| Yeah… |