The Days Of Being Young And Free

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Listen to my heart as it beats for you
And it's telling you the things that I never could.
And it's laying it down on the line for you.
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And the years are catching up, I can see it on your face.
And the days of being young and free
Are left there with the memories that blow in the wind.
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And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues,
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too.
And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth.
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The days of being young, the days of being free.
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see.
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well.
What I wouldn't give to live it all again.
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The years are passing, every single day.
Where did they go? Did you take them all away?
Now I'm older and brave.
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And the children, they all left.
They fled their family nest.
And now we're all alone
And the house don't feel like home anymore, anymore.
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Then I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues,
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too.
And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth.
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The days of being young, the days of being free.
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see.
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well.
What I wouldn't give to live it all again.
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And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again,
The fear, the surprise, everything.
In my baby's eyes I lived it all again
And I wouldn't change anything.
And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again
And I wouldn't change anything.
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