The Years

I think I found my way out (get out, go on)
 Up from the true-blue way down (move it, move on)
 All with this Joy boy true love (hold up, hold on)
 And all the years have changed
 Ten-folded like a day
 Old death's dulling sting
 To new life blooming
 (Oh, what would you think of me?)
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 Nothing can change the pain and I don't want it to
 The sting of blinding spring is what's left of you
 Get up, get out, go on are all the signs I see
 Oh, what would you think of me?
 You have to find your way out (get out, go on)
 You know what I think now (move out, hold on)
 With all the years you changed
 Ten-faced every day
 Old death's dulling sting
 To new life blooming
 Nothing can change the pain and I don't want it to
 Nothing can change the pain and I don't want it to
 Nothing can change the pain and I don't want it to