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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