| Time was, it was all ahead of me
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| These days it seems I’m as faded as these jeans
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| And what was once a dollar’s now a dime
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| Sweet youth goes on the petals of a rose
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| Now it looks like I’m wearing the time
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| Like an old, old friend
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| The time and me go way back when
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| But I know now, what I didn’t know then
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| I wish I could start all over again
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| In my field, every spring the green grass grows
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| While flowers flourish as they climb
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| Yellow and blue, every year their lives renew
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| While I’m left behind, wearing the time
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| Like an old, old friend
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| The time and me go way back when
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| But I know now, what I didn’t know then
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| I wish I could start all over again
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| Time was, it was all ahead of me
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| I faced it, embraced and it was said of me
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| That I loved life so much that I could taste it
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| No one ever thought that I would waste it
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| Like an old, old friend
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| The time and me go way back when
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| But I know now, what I didn’t know then
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| Wish I could start
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| I wish I could start all over again
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| Wearing the time
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| Wearing the time |