| It’s funny how the water always falls down to the ground
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| And no matter how you listen, their voices make the same old sound
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| You hear them in the evening when the sun sinks far below
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| You’ll hear them sing some kind of melody
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| Familiar as your own familiar face
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| You do not recognise tonight
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| That’s why you’re sure there must be something going on
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| And you notice in the mirror like you noticed once before
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| That there are signs of age upon you
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| And that gradually you notice more and more
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| The years that tug your skin
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| A prominence of bone
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| And where you once saw light within your eye
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| Your eye is dull as some old river stone
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| That drags the river to its heart
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| That’s why you’re sure there must be something going on
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| And it’s tearing you apart
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| And there is colour in the cheek
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| But there is sadness in the smile
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| Not that there’s anyone to notice
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| Not that anyone has noticed for a while
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| And you try to make a difference
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| You try to bluff that carefree smile
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| And while you swim away your broken heart
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| It’s harder by the day to feel worthwhile
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| And there are evenings when you wish the sun would stay
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| If only stay to keep you company, to keep the night at bay
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| 'Cause all the nights are longer than they ever were
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| That’s why you’re sure there must be something going on
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| 'Cause life is nothing like before |