| Shadows fall
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| Leaving traces in your face
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| That I can look for when I’m old
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| And think of all the days we could have missed
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| Now here again
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| I’m always young in the silly lines
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| Of poetry
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| But I believe
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| That tide is turning
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| Round and round again.
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| Ooohh, I’m a little suprised by your kiss
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| And who’s going to blame me for this
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| A little song today
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| An illution in a pictureframe to stay.
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| You pass me by
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| This old man with his cane and all
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| Heading for an eveningstroll
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| The streets were wet with rain
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| And even though he did not speak
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| He told alot
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| By beeing weak I saw a glimt
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| Of who he’d been
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| And who I’d like to be.
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| Ooohh, I’m a little suprised by your kiss
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| And who’s going to blame me for this
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| A little song today
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| An illution in a pictureframe to stay.
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| Now where you wanna go
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| What you wanna know
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| Makes the world go round
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| What you wanna be
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| It doesn’t matter to me
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| Just sing from your soul
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| Sing from your soul
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| You’re growing old.
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| And ooohh, I’m a always suprised by your kiss
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| And who’s going to blame me for this
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| A little song today |
| An illution in a pictureframe
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| And ooohh, I’m a little suprised by your kiss
|
| And who’s going to blame me for this
|
| A little song today
|
| An illution in a pictureframe
|
| And ooohh, I’m a little suprised by your kiss
|
| And who’s going to blame me for this
|
| A little song today
|
| An illution in a pictureframe to stay.
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| An illution in a pictureframe to stay. |