
After All These Years Songtext
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When the bulbs burn out, and all is free,
and the night is huddled at my feet,
I'm still chasing dreams relentlessly,
even after all these years.
Wisdom never plagued my younger days;
I'm finding out that it's hard to turn around.
So, ask about my plans, my childish ways,
and the boy who never did get out.
I don't need to pretend that I own my life.
I don't need to pretend that I know what's right.
I don't need to pretend that I own my life.
and the night is huddled at my feet,
I'm still chasing dreams relentlessly,
even after all these years.
Wisdom never plagued my younger days;
I'm finding out that it's hard to turn around.
So, ask about my plans, my childish ways,
and the boy who never did get out.
I don't need to pretend that I own my life.
I don't need to pretend that I know what's right.
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