| Don"t you ask
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| Why everything I say is
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| Written in the wind so fast
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| And all the time
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| The decisions that I make are the ones that usually change my mind
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| Still I know
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| All the little things we"ve picked up in the world you, so can we grow
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| Age is not a reason
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| Just for us to lose control
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| Just for us to lose control
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| How can we last by grasping on the
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| Things that we surely know it in the past
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| Down the end
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| All I ever wanted was for you to share my dreams
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| So don"t go
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| Time is just a tide and close you and leaves you cold
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| Take hold
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| Of all these things and remember that they can"t be sold
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| Remember that they can"t be sold
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| Yes I know
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| All the little things we picked up in the world you saw
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| Can we grow
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| Age is not a reason
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| Just for us to lose control
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| Just for us to lose control
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| The way I feel, makes my dreams
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| And yet all this seems
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| I don"t know what it is, or what it means
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| The way I feel, makes my dreams
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| And yet all this seems
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| I don"t know what it is, or what it means
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| So don"t go
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| Time is just a tide close to leave you cold
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| Take hold
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| Of all these things and remember that they can"t be sold
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| Remember that they can"t be sold |