Listen to my heart as it beats for you
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And it's telling you the things that I never could.
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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.
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And the days of being young and free
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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,
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They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too.
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And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak
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And I can not speak the truth.
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The days of being young, the days of being free.
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They're etched upon my face in every light that you see.
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The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well.
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What I wouldn't give to live it all again.
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The years are passing, every single day.
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Where did they go? Did you take them all away?
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Now I'm older and brave.
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And the children, they all left. They fled their family nest.
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And now we're all alone
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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,
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They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too.
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And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak
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And I can not speak the truth.
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The days of being young, the days of being free.
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They're etched upon my face in every light that you see.
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The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well.
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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,
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The fear, the surprise, everything.
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In my baby's eyes I lived it all again
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And I wouldn't change anything.
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And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again
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And I wouldn't change anything.
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The Days Of Being Young And Free
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Amy Macdonald |