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  You were seventeen the year your father died
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  And he was fifty-three when you were seventeen
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  In the museum where you laid your head to sleep
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  The artifacts were cold to comfort you
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When you heard them fighting you hid in the apple tree
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The branches broke their noise
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And when your brother studied at the university
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You were left alone to realize
Dm  
That while you were growing older
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He was busy growing older
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too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
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too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
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In the summer when your father drove you to the river
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And he would sing so loud
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Soon to be kept silent when you climbed through barbed-wired fences
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To get to the riverside
Dm  
And while you were growing older
Em  
He was busy growing older
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too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
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too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
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And in February you were running late one day
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And out the door you ran
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Leaving left unsaid the things you&rsquo d soon regret not telling
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Never knowing this would be your last chance
Dm  
And while you were growing older
Em  
He was busy growing older
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    And was it fair to     blame the gi-
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rl, And was it fair to     make the child
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choose, And when you stood next to the moun-ta-
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in,  Did you swear that you could hear him calling you?
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        bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
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        bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
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I am twenty-two and you are fifty-three
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And only blood can tell
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That we are made up of strings and strands of DNA
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Dancing waltzes in our cells
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and while you are growing older
Em  
i am busy growing older
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too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum
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too, bah dah dum, da dah dah dah dum