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When your bones give in and your hair grows thin
There's more lines than skin in the mirror
When your mind gives up ‘cause your thoughts get stuck
And your words don't come quite as easy

So you dwell in dreams of dying
Do you think it feels like falling or flying?
There's a swell in days of hoping
That there'll be somebody waiting where you're going

When your Christmas cards came in thick and fast
As the years go past they get fewer
When your friends have gone, still you stumble on
While the younger ones went before you

So you dwell in dreams of dying
Do you think it feels like falling or flying?
There's a swell in days of hoping
That there'll be somebody waiting where you're going

Step outside, there is pleasure yet
In soft spring air; let it fill your chest
So step outside, for the days still left
And feel the life in the power of your breath

So you dwell in dreams of dying
Do you think it feels like falling or flying?
There's a swell in days of hoping
That there'll be somebody waiting where you're going

So you dwell in dreams of dying
Do you think it feels like falling or flying?
There's a swell in days of hoping
That there'll be somebody waiting where you're going

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