| Thought by now I'd know the answer |
| Wouldn't need to worry about me |
| Getting old |
| And being told |
| That a size 8 is what I should be |
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| Thought by now I'd know the secret |
| And I wouldn't have to fight |
| But truth be told |
| Just getting old |
| That doesn't mean I'm getting it right |
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| I can see my mother |
| The same age as I am now |
| And I know that my mother |
| Still hasn't figured it out |
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| Why the world goes round and round |
| And the sun comes up and then goes down |
| But as sure as night turns into day, we'll get older |
| But fight it anyway |
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| 'Cause there's two smaller versions |
| Of me, but I confess |
| I'm scared to say |
| They'll learn some day |
| 'Cause it scares me half to death |
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| And I don't wanna relive |
| All the years that went |
| Just wanna rewind |
| Just one more time |
| And see it all again |
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| 'Cause I can see my mother |
| The same age as I am now |
| And I know that my mother |
| Still hasn't figured it out |
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| Why the world goes round and round |
| And the sun comes up and then goes down |
| But as sure as night turns into day, we'll get older |
| But fight it anyway |
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| And all I know is time forgets |
| And there it goes |
| But I'm not done yet, no, no |
| No, not even close |
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| 'Cause the world goes round and round |
| And the sun goes up and then goes down |
| But as sure as night turns into day, we'll get older |
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| Yeah, the world goes round and round |
| And the sun goes up and then goes down |
| But as sure as night turns into day, I'll get older |
| But fight it anyway |
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