Lyrics: If I had a voice to sing I might not hear for singing the same old things I might not feel the words anymore I might not be any use at all But if we still played the game We might each take the shape that the other made From playground rumours, boys and girls To practice grounds for those who face the world Hey now I'm getting older And I don't know which way to turn But to follow the light out of the darkness And start to mend these bridged burned And if you and I had had a child I might have been someone when the world went wild I might have cared to lose it all I might have made something worth fighting for And if I had my way How would I know what to change and what to keep the same And after all this noise we pass away Leaving only inches on the celluloid Hey now I'm getting older And I don't know which way to turn But to follow the light out of the darkness And start to mend these bridged burned
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