Is she young, with sparkling eyes,

Is her hair unstreaked with gray?

Does she smile at your charming lies

and trust your heart, from the words you say.

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They're only words, if you don't mean them.

Only words, to make me smile.

But, now I know, your eyes have told me,

they've just been words for quite awhile.

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Are you tired of the life we're living.

Do you regret the time we've had.

How much can I, keep on giving

when you want youth instead of love.

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They're only words, if you don't mean them.

Only words, to make me smile.

But, now I know, your eyes have told me,

they've just been words for quite awhile.

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