The Days Of Being Young Amy Macdonald
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a ays of being young and freeAre left there with the memories that b
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e through the week, I feel it onG Sunday tooAnd
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a here did they go? Did you take them all away?Now I
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Cildren, they all leftThey fled their family nest
And n
a ow we're all aloneAnd the house don't feel like home anym
e ore, anymoGreAnd
FI can feel it coming when the Ma onday morning bluesThey last all
e through the week, I feel it onG Sunday tooAnd
FI can feel it coming when my kna ees feel weakAnd I can
e not speak the trGuthThe days of being yo
Cung, the days of being fa reeThey're etched upon my f
e ace in every light that you sFee G The stories I could t
Cell, the lies are told as wa ellWhat I wouldn't g
e ive to lFive it aGll agaCinAnd in my b
Faby's eyes I lived it a all againThe fe
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Cange anythFing G In my b
Faby's eyes I lived it a all againAnd I wouldn't ch
Cange anythFing G 
