| You’ve walked a long road and you’ve worn it well
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| You stitched yourself up when you fell
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| Keep your memories in jars
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| Carry secrets and scars beneath your shell
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| You’ve seen some good days and some bad ones too
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| You weave through fashion and trend
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| You’ve seen the sun rise on an ocean blue
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| You’ve seen it set for the dearest of friends
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| You found faith but you chose to doubt it
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| You found love but you left without it
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| Now you don’t want to talk about it
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| You travelled down through foreign lands
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| Touched mountain tops and golden sands
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| Seen pyramids and temples made of stone
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| Keep seashells in a cashmere scarf
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| A treasured book of photographs
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| In every single one you stand alone
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| You’ve seen Vienna and the Berlin wall
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| As you watch the decades fall
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| The letters that you wrote never made it home
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| Your birthdays flew past like June
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| With Christmas days in hotel rooms
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| And New Year’s eve with people you don’t know
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| You built friendships but they sailed without you
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| You never meant it and that’s why they doubt you
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| And they don’t ever talk about you
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| You’re older than you used to be
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| The mirror weaves a tapestry
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| Of lines that dance and shimmer 'round your eyes
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| You stare back at a man, forever holding out his hand
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| As if the answer is gonna fall out of the sky
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| But the penny never dropped
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| And no man has ever stopped time from flying by |