Lukas Graham - Seven years (7)
Once I was seven years old,
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My mama told me
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"Go make yourself some friends
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Or you'll be lonely."
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Once I was seven years old
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It was a big big world,
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But we thought we were bigger
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Pushing each other to the limits,
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We were learning quicker
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By eleven smoking herb
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And drinking burning liquor
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Never rich so we were out
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To make that steady figure
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Once I was eleven years old.
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My daddy told me
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"Go get yourself a wife
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Or you'll be lonely."
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Once I was eleven years old
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I always had that dream
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Like my daddy before me
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So I started writing songs,
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I started writing stories
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Something about that glory
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Just always seemed to bore me
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'Cause only those I really love
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Will ever really know me
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Once I was twenty years old
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My story got told
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Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
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Once I was twenty years old
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(Lukas Graham!)
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I only see my goals,
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I don't believe in failure
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'Cause I know the smallest voices.
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They can make it major
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I got my boys with me
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At least those in favor
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And if we don't meet before I leave
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I hope I'll see you later
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Once I was twenty years old
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My story got told
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I was writing about everything
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I saw before me
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Once I was twenty years old
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Soon we'll be thirty years old
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Our songs have been sold
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We've traveled around the world
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And we're still roaming
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Soon we'll be thirty years old
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I'm still learning about life
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My woman brought children for me
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So I can sing them all my songs
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And I can tell them stories
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Most of my boys are with me
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Some are still out seeking glory
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And some I had to leave behind
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My brother I'm still sorry
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Soon I'll be sixty years old,
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My daddy got sixty-one
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Remember life and then your life
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Becomes a better one
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I made a man so happy when
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I wrote a letter once
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I hope my children come and visit
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Once or twice a month
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Soon I'll be sixty years old
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Will I think the world is cold
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Or will I have a lot of children
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Who can warm me?
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Soon I'll be sixty years old
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Soon I'll be sixty years old
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Will I think the world is cold
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Or will I have a lot of children
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Who can warm me?
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Soon I'll be sixty years old
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Once I was seven years old,
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My mama told me
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"Go make yourself some friends
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Or you'll be lonely."
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Once I was seven years old
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Once I was seven years old
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