| You made me older than my years
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| I am young and barely grown
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| And when I cry, I cry your tears
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| For I have no life of my own
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| Why don’t you write me some candlelight
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| And wear your heart of gold?
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| And I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years
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| ''Til one day I shall wear midnight
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| And if you should scream from your darkest dream
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| And in a whisper you’ll hear me call?
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| And for a while I’ll be sweet sixteen
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| And I’ll have no power at all
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| Why don’t you write me a moonlight night
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| And wear your finest hour
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| And I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years
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| Til one day I shall wear midnight
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| I am young, you are old
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| But not heartless and cold
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| I am warm from the love that you have shown
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| But you conjured me up
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| From your hat full of dreams
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| And you keep me in a world of your own
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| Why don’t you write me a guiding light
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| And wear your heart’s desire?
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| And I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years
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| Why don’t you write me a guiding light and wear your heart’s desire
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| And I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years, ‘til one day
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| I shall wear midnight
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| And when you lay down on your final word
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| It will be no comfort to me
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| I have lived by the pen and I’ll die by the sword
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| When it’s time to set me free
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| Why don’t you write me a gallant knight and wear your honour and sword
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| And I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years, ‘til one day
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| I shall wear midnight
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| One day I shall wear midnight
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| ‘Til one day we shall wear midnight |