Oh, the stories
The stories that you told
Of being young
And slowly getting old
It makes you afraid,
But it happens every day
You were my shade
In a world with a thousand suns
You couldn't stay
It was everything or none
I was destined to lose
When you had to choose
It's easy to have a better half
When you feel no good at all
It's easy just to lay on down
Once you've had a fall
You treat me like I'm crazy
You must think be to be a fool
I never played your games,
Yet somehow broke the rules
When you want me
Just grab me off the shelf
Right where you left me
When you had me to yourself
Just blow the dust off my face
And put me back in my place
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"A Song For Old Songs" Lyrics
Oh, the stories The stories that you told Of being young And slowly getting old It makes you afraid, But it happens every day
You were my shade In a world with a thousand suns You couldn't stay It was everything or none I was destined to lose When you had to choose
It's easy to have a better half When you feel no good at all It's easy just to lay on down Once you've had a fall You treat me like I'm crazy You must think be to be a fool I never played your games, Yet somehow broke the rules
When you want me Just grab me off the shelf Right where you left me When you had me to yourself Just blow the dust off my face And put me back in my place
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