| I found a grey today
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| Childish instincts grow farther astray (Sinking farther from childish ways)
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| Time it slips away
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| Days are long but years they race
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| Would you slow down just a little
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| I don’t wanna reach the middle
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| I’m terrified of change
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| ‘nother landmark in my story
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| ‘nother bill another worry
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| My youths so far away
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| Would you hold on love
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| I’m just trying to catch up
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| Cause these leaves keep on falling
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| Then winter is stormin'
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| These seasons are shifting
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| Like dusk to morning
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| Wake me up
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| Make this slumber stop
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| It’s all slipping away
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| These hours to days
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| I’ll admit it I’m afraid
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| Of growing up
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| Another line on my face
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| A sign of wisdom or a mortals chain?
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| I guess we’r born in decay
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| Before you know it thse decades chase you
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| Down like there’s a bounty
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| Count to ten and they’re surrounding
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| Can’t outrun natures pace
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| Nothing new under the sun
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| Came from ash return to dust
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| Can’t win this wretched game
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| Would you hold on love
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| I’m just trying to catch up
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| Cause these leaves keep on falling
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| Then winter is stormin'
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| These seasons are shifting
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| Like dusk to morning
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| Wake me up
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| Make this slumber stop
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| It’s all slipping away
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| These hours to days
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| I’ll admit it I’m afraid
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| Of growing up
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| Of getting older of growing up
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| I’ve never thought I was strong enough
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| To be my saviour bear my own crutch
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| Afraid to see what this becomes
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| Would you slow down just a little
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| I don’t wanna miss the riddle
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| This moments all we have
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| Tell my mother that I love her
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| Tell my father tell my brothers
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| You’re everything I am
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| Oh hold on love
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| I’m just trying to catch up
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| Cause these leaves keep on falling
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| Then winter is stormin'
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| These seasons are shifting
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| Like dusk to morning
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| Wake me up
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| Make this slumber stop
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| It’s all slipping away
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| These hours to days
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| I’ll admit it I’m afraid
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| Of growing up |