| Won’t you come and meet me
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| I’ll take you out for breakfast
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| And we’ll be happy to be clinging on together evermore
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| Well, ain’t that what they always said this life was for
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| It’s the morning after
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| And I won’t see you later
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| Watch the moon go down and sun come up today
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| I might look tired, but I have never been so awake
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| We used to laugh about growing old
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| Yeah we used to laugh but it’s too late now
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| Down the stairs and hallway
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| And to the Ivory coast
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| The mantle piece is full of places I will never go
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| But then through all the highs and lows you never know
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| So won’t you come and see me
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| And I won’t make you grieve me
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| We’ll write a letter to the goverment asking why
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| We poured our lives in nine to fives and now we’re dry
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| We used to laugh about growing old
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| Yeah we used to laugh but it’s too late now
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| These are just laughter tears
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| They are not real
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| Ipods and plasma screens
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| Bleed like they feel
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| We used to laugh about growing old
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| Yeah we used to laugh but it’s too late
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| Now |