movin on, the sky so empty;
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thinkin 'bout friends, all rivers have ends,
talkin 'bout memories,
tell me,
am i old now?
sometimes i daydream 'bout havin a family life,
building a home;
don't think i'm ready, call me the wanderer.
tried to figure it out, too fickled, falling in love;
what's love?
something we write about, sing about, cry for,
and sometimes doubt;
something we shouldn't live without.
it's something i want real bad,
or is it something that i've always had?
i'm young,
but i feel real old now.
cryin, watching the clouds
,movin on, the sky so empty;
thinkin 'bout friends, all rivers have ends,
talkin 'bout memories,
tell me,
am i old now?
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