| I remember when I couldn’t wait
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| To drive a car and stay out late, uh huh
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| I watched my body stretch and groan
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| And wonder why it took so long, uh huh
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| I wished that I could grab the hands of time
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| And turn into a man and leave that little boy behind
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| By the time that I’d turned twenty
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| I longed for that simple state of mind
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| The teachers turned to bosses
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| And the money barely paid the rent, uh huh
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| The only ones that had it made
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| Were the older dudes that paid their way, uh huh
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| I wished that I could grab the hands of time
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| And turn a ten year plan into an overnight success
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| By the time that I’d turned thirty
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| I realized how little time was left
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| The seasons of your life
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| Don’t let them pass you by For as the years unwind
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| You only get one at a time
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| Seasons ever changing ever fleeting
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| It’s a rhythm with a reason
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| The seasons of your life
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| We’re always wanting something else
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| Each day I have to tell myself, uh uh, uh uh
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| I ain’t gonna bait that trap
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| I’ve wasted too much time on that, uh huh, uh huh
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| I’m satisfied to watch the hands
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| Turn slowly as they can
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| Live my life day by day
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| And if I reach a hundred
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| I’ll make up for the time I threw away |