| So soon we’re too old to carry
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| And we knew we only had a little while
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| In the middle just keep ticking over
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| Before you know it parent to parent, oh
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| To have it all and still want more
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| One things for sure: we’re all getting older
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| So we take a lover waiting in the corner
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| Before you know it, we’re pushing up the daisies
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| And we go back to where we came from
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| Like those before and those to come
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| And know its the ever and the more
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| And again and again and again and again
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| Well, in the end, nothing comes easy
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| So you find a way to take a little with you
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| For the ones you love, there if they need to
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| Hey pharaoh, they’re not coming with you
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| And we go back to where we came from
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| Like those before and those to come
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| And know its the ever and the more
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| And again and again and again and again
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| So soon we’re too old to carry
|
| And we knew we only had a little while
|
| In the middle just keep ticking over
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| Before you know it parent to parent, oh
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| And we go back to where we came from
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| Like those before and those to come
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| And know its the ever and the more
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| And again and again and again and again |