| No days different
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| The sun will rise to wake and my
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| Young days are distant
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| Playing tricks with my mind
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| The park I used to play
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| Has scuffs and marks from different names
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| The friends I grew up with
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| Now work for jobs they’ll always hate
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| Praying life’s lottery
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| Picks them out and brings escape
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| I’m known as the lucky one for
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| Breaking institutions gates
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| All I know is, I’m getting older
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| As each day makes its end
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| My last is getting closer
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| I’ve always something new to say
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| A friend I’ve made, a place I’ve stayed
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| A song I’ve sing to keep me high
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| Watching life pass me by
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| The stories are living
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| Living my life
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| The only way of freezing time
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| Is take a picture to remind
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| You how good you had it then
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| And how long you still got left
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| I count my blessings
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| I’m blessed to be alive
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| All I know is, I’m getting older
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| As each day makes its end
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| My last is getting closer
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| A rusting clock tells my time
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| A weathered life of wind and rhymes
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| And one day I will have my child
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| To carry on what I can’t do
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| Find a future made from new
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| And when, I breathe my last breath
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| Please know I’m content
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| Knowing, you’re the me that’s left
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| To walk along this earth
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| Make choices as you learn
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| Make memories
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| And love
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| You’ll love
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| You’ll love
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| All I know is, I’m getting older
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| As each day makes its end
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| My last is getting closer
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| All I know is, I’m getting older
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| As each day begins, my time isn’t over
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| Would I be happy with how I spent my time
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| Would I happy, how I lived my life |