We got old

I knew it, I told you so,

and now it’s happened. 

What’s the use in prophesying, 

when you can’t stop it? 

All I can say is that I loved

you, when you were young.

I thought that I wouldn’t 

love you when you would 

grow old.

Now you are and 

i love you still,

I shock myself in saying it,

I didn’t prophecy it, 

but it happened.

You stayed my love.

The old feeling’s still there,

surprise, surprise,

still there.

Surprise surprise.


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