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When You're Older
Red-eyes fly away from here every night
My intentions aren't unfair or unkind
How else could I purge my heart of this billowed dream?
Arctic wind will be, washed from my hair, trading the forest to the city
Things will be different for you, things will be different for you
When you're older, you'll look back
As you grow you'll understand why I left
All I talk about is you since that day
Remember when I'd cry into my soup and you would say that it's OK
So many things used to break my heart, I'd fall so easily
But you're younger and smarter and harder than me
Things will be different for you, things will be different for you
When you're older, you'll look back
As you grow you'll understand why I left
I'm not comfortable in my own skin, haven't found my finest hour
I can't dance, let alone sing before a crowd
Or write effortlessly what I can't come out and say
When I do, I'll be just like you
Trading the forest for the city
Finding my way down the mountain
Finding my way to the sea
When you're older, you'll look back
As you grow you'll understand
You'll understand
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You'll understand
As you grow you'll understand
When you're older, you'll look back
Finding my way to the sea
Finding my way down the mountain
Trading the forest for the city
When I do, I'll be just like you
Or write effortlessly what I can't come out and say
I can't dance, let alone sing before a crowd
I'm not comfortable in my own skin, haven't found my finest hour
As you grow you'll understand why I left
When you're older, you'll look back
Things will be different for you, things will be different for you
But you're younger and smarter and harder than me
So many things used to break my heart, I'd fall so easily
Remember when I'd cry into my soup and you would say that it's OK
All I talk about is you since that day
As you grow you'll understand why I left
When you're older, you'll look back
Things will be different for you, things will be different for you
Arctic wind will be, washed from my hair, trading the forest to the city
How else could I purge my heart of this billowed dream?
My intentions aren't unfair or unkind
Red-eyes fly away from here every night
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