| Line One is the time
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| That you, you first stayed over at mine
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| And we drank our first bottle of wine
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| And we cried
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| Line Two we’re away
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| And we both, we both had nowhere to stay
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| Well the bus-shelter's always OK
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| When you’re young
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| Now you’re older and I look at your face
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| Every wrinkle is so easy to place
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| And I only write them down just in case
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| That you die
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| Let’s take a look at these crows feet, just look
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| Sitting on the prettiest eyes
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| Sixty 25th of Decembers
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| Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
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| Not through the age or the failure, children
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| Not through the hate or despise
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| Take a good look at these crows feet
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| Sitting on the prettiest eyes
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| Line Three I forget
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| But I think, I think it was our first ever bet
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| And the horse we backed was short of a leg
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| Never mind
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| Line Four in a park
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| And the things, the things that people do in the dark
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| I could hear the faintest beat of your heart
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| Then we did
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| Now you’re older and I look at your face
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| Every wrinkle is so easy to place
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| And I only write them down just in case
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| You should die
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| Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look
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| Sitting on the prettiest eyes
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| Sixty 25th of Decembers
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| Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
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| You can’t have too many good times, children
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| You can’t have too many lines
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| Take a good look at these crows feet
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| Sitting on the prettiest eyes
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| Well my eyes look like a map of the town
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| And my teeth are either yellow or they’re brown
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| But you’ll never hear the crack of a frown
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| When you are here
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| You’ll never hear the crack
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| Of a frown |