if i had the magic words
to make me young
to make you strong
to prove me right
to prove you wrong
to wind the clock
to start the song
if i knew
what to do
to turn things back
from white to black
from coal to gold
to stop the pain
never grow old
i'd do all could
to forget
the past is
what it is
what is next
is next
today is the best
with a cool breeze
making its way
through my sleeves
with your tiny nose
and its little sneeze
my grown up job
and grown up house
and I'm not young
some days are long
but the way things are,
is not wrong
if i knew the words
the magic spell
i'd change nothing
i'd just forget
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