And I’ve seen the photos of when you were young
And you used to smile and hold hands
But that just doesn’t happen much these days
And the photos fade and the hair turns grey
And the cracks turn into cavities
And now you only sleep in separate beds
Go your own way
Times change so have you
With your head in your hands
I thought you’d understand
Times change so have you
And the photos fade and the hair turns grey
And the cracks turn into cavities
And now you always sleep in separate beds
And you can’t escape what’s come before
And you’ll inherit all your parents flaws
And I don’t think I’m the anomaly
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