| She’s fifteen and he’s barely driving a car
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| She’s got his ring and he’s got the keys to her heart
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| It’s just matter of time
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| They’ll spread their wings and fly
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| two sparrows in a hurri-cane
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| Trying to find their way
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| With a head full of dreams
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| and faith that can move anything
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| They’ve heard it’s all uphill
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| But all they know is how they feel
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| The world says they’ll never make it, love says they will
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| There’s a baby crying and one more on the way
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| There’s a wolf at the door with a big stack of bills
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| They can’t pay
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| The clouds are dark and the wind is high
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| But they can see the other side
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| She’s eighty-three and he’s barely driving a car
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| She’s got his ring and he’s got the key to her heart
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| They’ll spread their wings and fly
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| Like two sparrows in a hurri-cane
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| Trying to find their way
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| With a head full of dreams
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| and faith that can move anything
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| They’ve heard it’s all uphill
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| But all they know is how they feel
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| The world says they’ll never make it, love says they will |