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Line one is the time |
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That you, you first stayed over at mine |
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And we drank our first bottle of wine |
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And we cried |
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Line two we're away |
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And we both, we both, both had nowhere to stay |
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Well now the bus-shelter's always okay |
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When you're young |
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Now you're older and I look at your face |
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Every wrinkle is so easy to place |
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And I only write them down just in case |
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That you die |
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Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look |
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Sitting on the prettiest eyes |
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Sixty twenty fifth of Decembers |
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Fifty-nine fourth of Julys |
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Not through the age or the failure, children |
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Not through the hate or despise |
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Take a good look at these crows feet |
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Sitting on the prettiest eyes |
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Line three I forget |
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But I think, I think it was our first ever bet |
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And the horse we backed was short of a leg |
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Never mind |
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Line four in a park |
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And the things, the things that people do in the dark |
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I could hear the faintest beat of your heart |
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Then we did |
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Now you're older and I look at your face |
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Every wrinkle is so easy to place |
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And I only write them down just in case |
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You should die |
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Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look |
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Sitting on the prettiest eyes |
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Sixty twenty fifth of Decembers |
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Fifty-nine fourth of Julys |
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You can't have too many good times, children |
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You can't have too many lines |
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Take a good look at these crows feet |
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Sitting on the prettiest eyes |
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Well my eyes look like a map of the town |
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And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown |
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But you'll never hear the crack |
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Of a frown when you are here |
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You'll never hear the crack of a frown |
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Of a frown, of a frown, of a frown |
