I know I'm young, but its the oldest I've ever been
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I'm 23 now, halfway to 24
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I'll never see these years again
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so don't make me ask again, and hold out this old tin cup
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just reach out for my reaching hands
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and pull me up...
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got no trouble staying thin
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and might think that I've been blessed
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lord you know that I'd say yes
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god smiles upon the hungry, while you laugh...
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in this second story novel, that I call home
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up the stairs and down the hall
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its just like turning the page
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got no rugs upon my floors, but it'll have to do for now
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but I'm only getting older...
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and I worry about MISS ALVA MARIA
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though she'll never even know that I exist
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well we lost her 15 years ago, but I've been finding her all my life
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there's something about the way she looks that moves me
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there's something about the way she loves that moves me...
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this stale cigarette smoke, still clings
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to my shirt, my hair and my hands
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well you know I ain't making jack, but you know that I'll be back
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I've got nothing else to offer
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I've got nothing else to offer
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this is all I've got to offer...
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and I worry about MISS ALVA MARIA
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though she'll never even know that I exist
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well we lost her 15 years ago but I've been finding her all my life
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there's something about the way she looks that moves me
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there's something about the way she loves that moves me
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there's something about how she loses it all that moves me
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wont you tell me what its like to be remembered?
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I know I'm young, but this is the oldest I've ever been
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I'm 23 now, halfway to 24
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I'll never see these years again...
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Miss Alva Maria
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Nine Days |