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I'd like to sleep for one more hour or two
Hour or two
You look like dad when he slept really hard
Through everything
Now everything's gold and like Christmas
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This all feels so familiar
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Are we really getting older
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I wish I could remember
That little hill seemed like a mountain then
We were shorter then
And we'd wonder just how it was going to be
When here we are
And it's not too bad
Quite good in fact
We are
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You are like poetry and feathers
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The way you button up your sweater
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The one you chose for colder weather
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This all feels so familiar
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Are we really getting older
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I wish I could remember everything cool
I'd like to sleep for one more hour or two
Hour or two
