| Home late from work
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| And I’m feeling so wiped out
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| There’s never a minute of rest
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| You’ve had the kids
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| And you’re feeling the same way
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| There’s always time for a kiss
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| Ice cream and oranges still out on the table
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| She’s putting the babies to bed
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| Grab my guitar, and I strum on a few chords
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| I write down what’s in my head
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| Now that we’re getting older
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| And the sun hides the gray in our hair
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| We look for things to remember
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| That there is light out there
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| Call late on Skype while I’m out on tour
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| We’ll look for a place in the States
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| Brooklyn is nice, but it’s so damn expensive
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| We’ll stay right here in Spain
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| Now that we’re getting older
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| And the sun hides the gray in our hair
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| We look for things to remember
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| That there is light out there
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| Our love will grow strong
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| Tuesday we’ll meet at the Indian restaurant
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| Just like five years ago
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| We’ll talk of the kids and the money in savings
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| And places we’d like to go
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| Now that we’re getting older
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| And the sun hides the gray in our hair
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| We look for things to remember
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| That there is light
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| No, it’s not like I’ve been on the take
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| She’s never one to hesitate
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| Our love will go strong |