| I go out walking early in the mornings
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| You’re probably sleeping or still hungover
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| Quiet evenings reading in the twilight
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| Of all the things that cross my mind
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| We’re getting older
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| I hear your grandpa died
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| I read it in the paper, it caught me by surprise
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| It made me think of when I lost mine
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| When I asked you said that you were fine
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| And I would not be surprised to find
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| You’d forgotten my name by now
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| No I could not see as time went by
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| My shadow fading out
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| I’m tough as nails, I test it all the time
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| I make my bed and then I lie
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| I try to say what’s mine is mine
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| But it’s just another story line
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| I’ve tried to think what happened to the fire
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| Its burning out, made me into a liar
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| Made me feel like I’d been shooting shadows
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| Letting all that really mattered go
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| And I would not be surprised to find
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| You’d forgotten my name by now
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| No I could not see as time went by
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| My shadow fading out |