Every day we're getting old.
We never see what's coming on.
I'm giving up, I gotta go.
I laid awake, I should have known.
I never found my way home.
So many things we're running from.
The wasted days, they've come and gone.
We're making noise without a sound.
Great ones start young, so young, so young.
Everything we've ever known turns out to be a little wrong.
I'm breaking down, I'm letting go.
I laid awake.
I should have known.
And all the things we work for that never see the open doors.
The endless hours, the restless heart.
We're making noise, it never stops.
Great ones start young, so young, so young.
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