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The Days of Being Young and Free

Amy Macdonald

Listen to my heart as it beats for you
And it's telling you the things that
I never could
And it's laying it down on the line for you

And the years are catching up,
I can see it on your face
And the days of being young and free are left
There with the memories that blow in the wind

And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too

And I can feeling it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth

The days of being, the days of being free
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well
What I wouldn't give to live it all again
The years are passing, every single day
Where did they go? Did you take
Them all away? Now I'm older and brave

And the children, they all left
They fled their family nest
And now we're all alone
And the house don't feel like home anymore, anymore

Then I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues, they last all
Through the week, I feel it on Sunday too

And I can feeling it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth

The days of being, the days of being free
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well
What I wouldn't give to live it all again.

And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again, the fear, the surprise,
Everything.

In my baby's eyes I lived it all again and I wouldn't change anything.

And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again and I wouldn't change anything.
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